I like the riders
Clad in rose and blue;
Their colours glitter
And their horses too.
Swift go the riders
On incarnate speed.
My thought can scarcely
Follow where they lead.
Delicate, strong, long
Lines of colour flow,
And all the people
Tremble as they go.
The Melbourne Cup
Lesbia Harford
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Poem topics: people, rose, blue, long, strong, speed, colour, follow, thought, swift, delicate, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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