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OLWG#129- Three Short Poems

This  was written for OLWG#129


The moon held water – Beth held tight to Chief’s mane and galloped through the night.


The white canes drummed, jarring – sharp, as the vermin chased the farmer’s wife.


Life is temporal – not forever, so lock in tight and scream with joy.


The prompts were:

  1. racing the moon
  2. the tapping of a blind man’s cane
  3. locked in tight

I believe I got all three!