by Ryan Monteiro
A man on his way home,
returning from a long day.
His horses have been waiting patiently,
like most horses do.
Waiting for the moment their master calls them,
although he's tired from his work.
All he wishes for is to go home,
where his wife and children wait.
And like every other day, their master
will put them in their little homes
with a bed made of hay,
and expected to rest up for the next day.
But for now, the day is departing,
leaving room for the night.
Only the torch on the carriage will lead
the man and his horses home.
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