A Song for Chicca Blue

I walked along the river 

Into bridleways long and short

Until one day I heard echoes

A tune carried through

I followed the river upstream

Into woods where moss grows wide

Until one day I stepped up to

A bridge I somehow knew

I could have made a circle

Into the path of known return

Until one day I continued

A direction that felt true

I let the river lead me

Into the place from where it springs

Until one day I arrived

A horse called Chicca Blue

© Helene Møller 2026 All rights reserved 

Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.