In the early morning of springs new day,
with shelter from the fog, mist gray;
a mare lays down to foal her young;
with weary effort, her head is hung.
As nature, hushed, brings forth this thing,
with spindled legs;
a new born king.
As fresh and new as breaking day;
his greatness still some years away.
The mare grooms clean, his copper hide;
his beauty surely undenied.
A noble hero is newly born;
in silent peace of early morn'.
3 Comments
Penny Myers 20 Jan 2009
Beautiful pencil work. Mama and baby I assume. Very niceAnneke Hut 20 Jan 2009
What a sweet drawing! Why don't you give us the poem in the description, Kim?Joke Schotting 20 Jan 2009
Beautiful pencil work Kim!!