https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Poem/poetryhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Poem/454645The hoof places the foot in a gallup like a shoe in a long stride, in a race out of the saddle of the gate. Where the brea th of every horse beats steam, steam suspended in a dual nostril-eyed-stare, then his tail flies upward as if to sweep the dust filled air. Michael D. Brown