BRIDE OF GREAT PRICEA Poem by jeannemarie coulteranother tale from my childhoodBRIDE OF GREAT PRICE in pearlised peach gold of dawn, spotted horse stopped to water his horses, and caught a glimpse of morning dove coming from the forest with a fine pinto mare, she was singing in her pure sweet voice and coaxing the mare along with a hand threaded in the mare’s mane, in the pearlised peach gold of dawn spotted horse felt the first stirring of desire to share his life with a woman... the vision was so true and wild honey sweet he traded six stolen horses, and two fine buffalo robes for her, and that, grandfather said, to the many grandchildren gathered at his feet as he smoked his pipe, is how i met and claimed your grandmother, and, she was... still is... will always be a bride worth a great price... © 2015 jeannemarie coulterReviews
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