My horses

In my dreammy horses camefields of themjust the same.My chestnut marewith the flaxen maneall standing in lineat the apple tree gate.In my dreammy world was youngtwo wild fox cubsthe hum of swallowsin the gabled barn.In this dreammy horses camethere was no sadnessthere was no blame& life becamelike my younger selfby the apple gatein a land gone bywhere they wait for me.