Classic poem of the day
Her cheek was wet with North Sea spray,
We walked where tide and shingle meet,
The long waves rolled from far away
To purr in ripples at our feet.
And as we walked it seemed to me
That three old friends had met that day,
The old, old sky, the old, old sea,
And love, which is as old as they.
Out seaward hung the brooding mist,
We saw it rolling, fold on fold,
And marked the great Sun alchemist
Turn all its leaden edge to gold.
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Her youth and grace
in the arena
astride her horse,
muscles, sinews,
rhythm of equine and rider.
Ride, Reyna, ride !
from your home state of Texas
to the Special Olympics
Summer World Games
of 2019 in Abu Dhabi !
Rise from the stands-
equestrian fans,
English tack,
long brunette hair,
sweat of yesterday-
wins ribbons today.
She mounts her steed
as one with him,
he tosses his head,
can......
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