The horse hooves beating trouble me
As they come down the lane
Of mental pathways I can’t see
Amidst the foggy plain
I wonder what those drums portend
And when they’ll reach my sight
If they foretell my story’s end
Or tell of guiding light
The horse hooves beating trouble me
As they come down the lane
Of mental pathways I can’t see
Amidst the foggy plain
I wonder what those drums portend
And when they’ll reach my sight
If they foretell my story’s end
Or tell of guiding light
A Poem A Day 