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My sister wrote this one
THE DARK CLIFF
By Terry Ann
So silent at night
So grand its might;
The Dark Cliff stares
With all its might.
Horses' hooves sound
Against the canyon walls,
Sound and resound;
Cowboys, their quarry found.
A horse hard-pressed,
The stallion, a statue stood;
The wind gave a last caress,
The horse looked like wood.
A defiant neigh was clear.
The horse leaped free
And without fear,
Paid with death;
Freedom's fee.
The men looked and saw
The horse upon the rocks;
With set jaw
They walked away.
But some hear hooves;
The Dark Cliff never moves;
The dead stallion's call
Resounds against canyon wall.
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