3 result(s) for Skelton’s Pony Racing Poems.
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Elegy of the Equinox
In twilight's breath, the ponies prance,
Their shadows twist in a ghostly dance,
A race where whispers wane and fade,
Such grace in the dance of decay.
Hooves like heartbeats, bold and fleet,
In gardens where the shadows meet,
Each gallop echoes through the glade,
Such grace in the dance of decay.
While autumn's blush adorns the field,
To time's relentless march they yield,
Yet still they fly, unafraid,
Such grace in the dance of decay.
Amidst the wild, they softly play,
With lost dreams woven in their sway,
In every stride, a serenade,
Such grace in the dance of decay.
Echoes of Hoofbeats
In twilight's breath, where shadows blend,
Hooves echo forth, a tune to send.
The haunting melody of speed takes flight,
As ponies race through the veil of night.
Each thunderous beat, a story spun,
A clash of wills, where dreams outrun.
Past fields of gold, on paths untraced,
They chase the wind, their spirits laced.
With manes like flame and hearts so bold,
In whispered winds, their legends told.
In every gallop, a ghostly tune,
Haunts the dusk, beneath the moon.
Phantom Gallop
In starlit mist where shadows play,
Phantom ponies race the night away,
With hooves that drum like distant thunder,
They leap through dreams, a dance of wonder.
Silent echoes, swift and free,
Galloping through eternity,
Their manes like silver in the glow,
A spectral show, a whispered flow.
Across the fields of twilight's gleam,
They weave through time, a mystic dream,
Each stride a story, bold and bright,
In phantom's realm, they own the night.
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