On a Horse and Rider Passing By
A horse and rider blazing came.
At footpace speed, I stepped aside.
No quick mistake to send that steed
through morning eddy’s mist.
The horse and rider, I both took stock,
covered head to hoof in mired mud.
The rider curtly said, “Ma’am,”
and I nodded a tone, “Sir,”
as we both made best our ways.
Found and remixed from Charles Dickens
A Tale of Two Cities and my 1991 Winter Journal.