Outside Anytown three neglected horses stand In a pasture no one rides them in autumn The wind might bring them a few crabapples They wouldn’t have otherwise been able to reach In summer the earth brings them grass in her arms In winter a farmer who pities them brings them hay
Fear
Fear
Fear
Outside Anytown three neglected horses stand In a pasture no one rides them in autumn The wind might bring them a few crabapples They wouldn’t have otherwise been able to reach In summer the earth brings them grass in her arms In winter a farmer who pities them brings them hay