Poetry The Day Has Dawned

The day has dawned
   The bows a rising
The horses fawned
   The world appetising

The Greeks knew the way
   Through horse sodden clay
The damp was a lifting
   The trek a drifting

The hardening of the days old clay
   Was a portal to the sore horses neigh
But help was at hand
   As the days b4 they built a damn

The sluice gate a opened
   The crisp prints a softened
The horses moved more freely
   As the tree and tree leave eazy

The days before and
   the days ahead
The Greeks had a masterful
   Card stack at hand