Sunday, October 7, 2012

Haunted


In the stillness of the summer heat
I swear I heard a shadow neigh,
and as from the shifting of restless feet
a whispered rustle of phantom hay.
 


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  1. TerryOctober 13, 2012 at 7:05 PM

    This brings back memories of my childhood on my grandfather’s farm - the sweet smell of fresh cut hay and horse manure.

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