The Web Poetry Corner - Melissa Allen - White Horses
White Horses
by
Melissa Allen
I lay on the sand
the wind rustling through the trees.
As the sun sets it casts a reddish glow
on the ocean.
The waves crash against the sand
like thousands of white galloping horses.
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
I do not know.
Like convicts doing time the waves are forever
thumping against the shore
like a never-ending heart-beat.