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Poetry Pleases: Hacked Off

...In twos and threes,
They rudely hack,
Chatting, sharing,
Enjoying the view,
From up above
The lesser folk.
Thatís me.
Hacked off...

A V Steward's poem raises dreams of unhampered motoring, four-legged freedom and the discomposure of those lordly hackers who think they own the road.

An ordinary ride,
Like a stroll,
On a hack.
An ordinary horse.
Along paths,
Bridled and unbridled,
And roads.
And thereís the rub.
In twos and threes,
They rudely hack,
Chatting, sharing,
Enjoying the view,
From up above
The lesser folk.
Thatís me.
Hacked off.
Trying to drive
With courtesy and care,
With views obscured
By hindquarters huge
And erratic.
Needing space
To dance and prance
Hysterical crab-steps
If not given room
For a forty footer.
My reward when I pass,
For my civility
Is an arm raised.
Salutations.
Lordly given.
Horse and I
Dream dreams of
Galloping free,
Royally unreined.



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