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When you come

When you're here I want not

for you to feel welcome

But I won't make you leave

After my old roan died

her stall over in the
red barn has been empty

 

Please feel free to go back

to where you have come from

and I won't care a bit

Seems my clean stable here

has been missing a mare

I think for way to long

Well, you might grow on me

you'd have to neck rein** well
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 - Photos taken (2014, link) at the Vauxhall City Farm, Vauxhall, London U.K. (More pictures here).
 - Photos and Poem  Copyright , Jimmiehov 2014 and 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi at Poets United in the Poetry Pantry,  http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/11/pantry-of-poetry-and-prose-3.html? m=1

 - Go there to find a similar titled poem by Maya Angelou link which helped inspire me to write this.
 - ** Neck rein, a horse will turn right or left at the rider's nudge on her neck, left or right, to the opposite of the nudge.  The reins are not necessary at all.