| Retreat |
| Galloping stops. |
| No clicks, no clops. |
| Seeing trees that fly, |
| In the breeze. |
| On my back. |
| Eyes that slack. |
| Shakespeare in sky, |
| Sing to me. |
| Quickly sleep. |
| Greening creep, |
| Surrounding warmth to try, |
| Slowly freeze. |
| Sound awakes. |
| Title takes, |
| A stumbling cry, |
| Keeping plees. |
| A rest, a rock. |
| A duty, a flock. |
| To free from my home, |
| And to flee. |
| No escape, |
| Even to scrape. |
| Nothing, to die. |
| No one believes. |
© 2000 by Magaret Tanzy
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