The Ride


General! near to fall
Plunged toward open ground appalled
The blood, the wounds now mercifully tried,
Just one to run against the rules this time.
His right the higher ground, from paths
Where men and maples dark did pause
To bleed if he was not the hope theirs was
And pay for thinking soon enough.



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painting by Ralph Albert Blakelock (1874-1919)


6 thoughts on “The Ride

  1. arushiahuja says:

    a rough life.. a brutal fall… alovely poem!

  2. coalblack says:

    Thanks for being part of the 55!

  3. othermary says:

    This has an elegance about it….quite nice.

  4. To think afterwards.. there are are more damages to be done than the blood as only maples know.

  5. His right the higher ground…. That says a lot these days.

  6. Marian says:

    soon enough… sigh. truth.

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