Cossacks: A Poem

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Cossacks

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

The Cossacks gallop down my street
Past my peaceful door,
Plunging horses, swift and fleet,
Make the heavens roar.

This concrete byway is a plain,
Grasses tall and sharp
Wave like dancers to the strain
Of the nomad’s harp.

I hear the clash, the ringing clash
Of both sword and lance,
See th…