Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PLOWMAN ON HORSEBACK, by FLORA SHUFELT RIVOLA



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PLOWMAN ON HORSEBACK, by            
First Line: The sun has sucked all fire from the blood
Last Line: The swirled dust does not say.
Subject(s): Animals; Horseback Riding; Horses; United States; America


The sun has sucked all fire from the blood
Of that dull mare he sits—
What hope has he to safely ford a flood,
What use for curbing bits?
His son, though, sits a horse to cross a stream—
Hail, Young America, where ride you, pray?
Is that steed Pegasus, his rider Dream?
The swirled dust does not say.





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