For Now
Coiling hydra's heads appear
Upon a bucking stallion
Then misted out,
a pleasant ride into eternity.
Laughing high the horsemen rode,
Beneath a paling sky,
While answered up from the river bed
The rivers sighing cry.
"A chilly fill
From a snowy hill
Does course my veins each year,
I remember a frost
when I almost lost
a pond very close to here,
A hazard they thought
'till a barn fire caught
and the rest is history."
"A very good yarn
about that there barn."
"But, " the wind said
"Listen to me.
As sure as I knows
It's love makes us grows,
And that's all that I have to say."
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