In Step, Horses, and Silent

My first three attempts at writing Rictameter poetry.

In step
marching, marching
come long rows of soldiers
with white guns over white shoulders;
powerful chests heaving, muscles rippling.
Never-ending rows of soldiers
rising over boulders
dropping to shore
in step.


Horses
dancing at night
beneath the bright starlight
with the pale moonlight shadows
that grow from under Eucalyptus boughs
for their ethereal partners
that fade in the daylight's
sunrise over
horses.


Silent
pussywillows
stretched upon the wet grass,
the kangaroos relaxed in lumps
while we cooked sausages on the barbie
only just a few feet away
as if they were flowers
and were just as
silent.