The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| Yesteryear “Giddy up!” cries the coachman, strident in the morn, forward leans the dray horse, lurching in the dawn. Creaking and groaning its stays, rumbling of the wheels, a flash of history arisen, the quality we feel. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 08.21.25 Prompt: Write a poem that includes these words: Giddy up, Quality. |