andybob
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Doing some sorting through my files, and found this poem I wrote a few years ago;
The Horseman
The horseman mounts and sets his course,
Riding on his new winged horse,
And starts upon his final quest,
To follow the sun toward the west.
The setting sun lights up his course,
As he takes off on his horse,
And rides to the land of peace and rest,
The land that lies beyond the west.
For every soul this time must come,
When we must fly toward the sun,
And join the horsemen gone to rest,
In that holy land beyond the west.
Andy H
20/08/2008
Riding on his new winged horse,
And starts upon his final quest,
To follow the sun toward the west.
The setting sun lights up his course,
As he takes off on his horse,
And rides to the land of peace and rest,
The land that lies beyond the west.
For every soul this time must come,
When we must fly toward the sun,
And join the horsemen gone to rest,
In that holy land beyond the west.
Andy H
20/08/2008
The Horseman
The horseman mounts and sets his course,
Riding on his new winged horse,
And starts upon his final quest,
To follow the sun toward the west.
The setting sun lights up his course,
As he takes off on his horse,
And rides to the land of peace and rest,
The land that lies beyond the west.
For every soul this time must come,
When we must fly toward the sun,
And join the horsemen gone to rest,
In that holy land beyond the west.
Andy H
20/08/2008
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The horseman mounts and sets his course,Riding on his new winged horse,
And starts upon his final quest,
To follow the sun toward the west.
The setting sun lights up his course,
As he takes off on his horse,
And rides to the land of peace and rest,
The land that lies beyond the west.
For every soul this time must come,
When we must fly toward the sun,
And join the horsemen gone to rest,
In that holy land beyond the west.
Andy H
20/08/2008
