The Trojan Ponies

Poetry Tuesday

The Trojan Ponies

Every day
Three times a day
Mr. Trojan feeds his ponies

Winter comes
And Mr. Trojan’s footsteps
Plod to the barn

Mr. Trojan eats
The snow and grins
As water dribbles over his chin

Spring morning
The acre’s grasses
Wave wet fingers at him

Afternoon
The ponies eat
Mottled clouds by the barn

And night
Thunder yells
At Silver and Tin…