By Ivor Steven.
there is something about the freedom of horses
beyond green pastures and steeple courses
there is something about the purity of life’s sources
from the snowy mountains down the river courses
there is something about the madness of wartime choices
beyond bloodstained lands of the killing forces
there is something about death’s silent voices
riding in wooden coffins down the hearses brief courses
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ivor Steven, formerly an industrial chemist, then a plumber, now retired, Ivor has been writing poetry for 19 years. He has had numerous poems published in anthologies, and online magazines. He is an active member of Geelong Writers, a team member/barista with the online magazine Go Dog Go Cafe (America), and also a newly appointed writer for Coffee House Writers magazine (America).
Claudia Collins
Hi Ivor
I really enjoyed this poem. Keep up the good work.
Claudia