Is this poem [The Old War Horse] a certain type and what would you rate it scale 1-10 with 10 being the best, eh?

The Old War Horse

i. the thought

don't ask me why ?

can't answer the query

on why we do the things

we do.

ii. the presage

i came home from a....

let's say a man to man.

after all the battles in

life, blood spilled and

freedom in the balance,

paid in full; at least now

i know my fate. i felt

a juxtaposition of my ken.

iii. the act

transport in lock down,

sliding off the smooth leather

i faced her, or was it him?

i saunter over to her/him

and embrace; been years

but tears found an escape

I rubbed her like a horse's mane

relaxed my head on her sturdy but

soft shouldered skin, and said

"thank you my friend"

we both know our fate, but

still soldier on.

iv. proclamation

i am no tree hugger, but she's

different. What I breathe she

exhales. I need her, appreciate

her, and felt peace in my heart

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Author's Note

A summer several years ago we had

40 straight days over 100° heat, often

over 110°. My War Horse took a beating

on the west side and is dying, yet still

proudly stands tall and strong.

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