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Poetry Corner for March 16, 2014: Urho


Urho galloped up the hill

in the moonlight with his

heart pounding and breathing

hard, and the moon in his eyes.

He stopped at the top,

tilted a little flask quickly,

and continued loping down the

hill toward the village

sleeping in the moonlight.

Urho loved to jog under the

full moon and have a swig

every time he stopped to rest.

He used to pretend he was a horse,

and snort and whinny

after the flask was empty.

William R. Lamppa of Embarrass