For Lydia!
September is a Stallion
September is a stallion
With a flowing, tawny mane
Who has never know a bridle
Nor a rider, nor a reign;
A steed of bronze and amber
Whose bright hooves strike the ground
With a sharp staccato rhythm
And an icy ringing sound.
September is a mustang
From wild, untrammeled skies
Who gallops down the earthways
With wind enchanted eyes.
-Virginia Moran Evans
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ohh! Thank You!
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