Thursday, July 7, 2011

White Horses

White Horses 

The white capped waves they thunder in and shift
The sands to where the rocks begin,
A million years they have shaped the sands and 
created continents and brand new lands. 

To watch the white horses frolic and play, 
Is a joy to watch on a stormy day, 
But they are safe in their kingdom of sea, 
Where all their citizens wander free.

No government, King or Dictator there, 
To stop them wandering the world they share, 
Through forest dale of seaweed high, 
And wrecked old ships that are never dry. 

The wondrous sights they have seen, 
Where parasite man has never been.
Its natures job to keep them there and make the
White caps above their lair. 

So roll on waves don't say goodbye,
Keep your white horses riding high,
And we will watch and be well aware, 
Of the unleashed power that you have there!

 Submitted to dVerse Poets On their prompt for water

Submitted For Poetry Potluck
Jingle Poetry


  1. The power of the sea. Enjoyed this, well done. Tigerbrite.

  2. Wonderful message, well said. Let 'em roll.

  3. lovely,

    the imagery is beautiful.
    thanks for sharing.

  4. Beautiful...oh frothy white horses running across seas.

  5. I liked the imagery a lot... and the sea waves riding high...
    loved your lines...
    'So roll on waves don't say goodbye,
    Keep your white horses riding high,'
    Good one...

    Thanks for joining in the Poetry Potluck WK 43, which I am hosting for the first time, this week. Hope you have enjoyed it and I look forward to seeing you next week too with your lovely poetry...

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  6. ah this is beautifull...makes me think of chincateague and the running of the horses...was fascinated with it at a young age...

  7. oh yes, how they protect the beauty from man's soiling hands. a lovely poem you have here :)

  8. My father was a seamen and we would walk and he would regale me with tales of the power and sublime scheme of the ocean...he first introduced me to the term white horses...thanks for reminding me of such things with your fantastic poem

  9. And wondrous words to fit the picture. I felt power in your piece.

  10. Bravo! Love the thought of the white caps as wild horses. Here we have Sable Island, where a breed of wild ponies run free, unburdened by our societal woes. You took me there today with your write, and it was a visit I truly enjoyed! Thanks so much for sharing with dVerse today!


All comments appreciated ...thank you Ken