On passing the golf course
On my horse named galloping thought,
I heard a blackbird trill.
At once my horse stood still
And my heart was caught
By the bird’s song.
But that stubborn old galloping horse
Did not stop long.
And my thought ran on.
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K Morris - Poet 
The horse wanted you to work, not to enjoy unplanned sparetime. Lol As the saying is, that horses have the bigger brain. 😉 Best wishes, and Happy Easter, Kevin! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. A very happy Easter to you to!
I really enjoyed that structure, Kevin. Works well for that poem.
Thank you, Esther. I’m so pleased you like the structure of my poem.
Pity Galloping Thought didn’t stop. There’s no better sound than that of the blackbird.
I agree with you, Vivienne.