An Ode to My Grandfather’s Horse

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My splendid horse, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you grasp, works and sprint,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the royal windt.

Let me compare you to a drastic mill?
You are more plastic and adorable
Great rains flood the bright fields of April,
And the springtime has the proud corabelle.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your crowned elegance, speed and class.
Thinking of your loyal speed fills my days.
My love for you is the warm plexiglas.

Now I must away with a blended heart,
Remember my blessed words whilst we’re apart.

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About the Author: Ashish Walia

Writer | Poet | Traveler | Human


  1. Your ode I find interesting and: your choice for a subject is unusual. The frame I see resembling that of your other ode. You give a description of the horse in it, full of beauty that is imbued with love. You apply the mains of the ode, as well as in your previous poem. The poem itself is beautifully rhyming. Even, this ode is a modern one, as well. I think by the 2 odes that you can employ this form of poem brilliantly, not forgetting the ability to make it modern. Just go on with writing poems, as well. 🙂

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