One morning
It reared its head above the grass
Yellow mane on display
Teeth bared for all to admire
Tracking the sun through the afternoon
Content to survey its kingdom
Standing tall, strong, virile.
In the twilight, hair turned white
With clumps scattered through the grass
Knowing its reason was fulfilled
Seed spread
Head bowed
It was time
Poem by Francis Long
Francis Long is a writer and musician. A member of the Waterford Writers group with two stories published in their recent Anthology. www.linkedin.com/in/francislong/