The mare

[Keith]

Hi AJ glad you came back to it, it is well worth it.

Just my thoughts, your poem, your words tweaked a bit

Yesterday they grazed as a family,
under the boughs of the apple groves.
always the same, down each row.
At noon
they drink from the brook
again around four;
then more from the home field trough,
but instead she partook from a trailer,
an old one, with peeling red lead paint.

Hope this helps, nice to read your work again, best Keith