For Writer's Cramp; Neuvain about horses; mine are the wild ponies of Assateague.
|“A Spanish galleon shipwrecked,” legends say;
“Its ponies struggled ashore to live wild.”
Coarse saltmarsh cordgrass served as oat, or hay;
farmland of beach; corralled by ocean fence,
sipping salty bay nightcap, feral hence…
Virginia’s Assateague horses mild
gallop against sunset as recompense
for shipwrecked galleon’s lost captain and child.