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