This morning I stopped alongside a fence and listened to a horse grazing in the field. It was a beautiful sound, breathy and hollow with an echoing kind of chomp, punctuated now and then by the slight sound of the grinding of teeth. It was a lovely moment and I was transported back to some of the words of a favourite poem of mine, “The Listeners” by Walter de La Mare:
Is there anybody there? said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
I loved, and still love, the phrase – “The forest’s ferny floor” – I can go on saying it forever – “The forest’s ferny floor” – and I can hear his horse in the silence champing away at the grasses.
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Me too 😊
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Thanks Val. Glad you feel the same.
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Nice. 😊
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Thank you.
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You describe a very relaxing scene, Don. I love the light in that picture.
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Thanks Dan. I must say it was a very relaxing moment.
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I haven’t thought of Walter de la Mare’s poems in many years. Beautiful photo. 🙂
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Thanks, Lynette. I really enjoy his poetry.
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