Jack Doughty Dec 8, 2005:

Your poem must have been a nomad child, it's wandering all over the page.

PRAKASH SHARMA (asker) Dec 8, 2005:

oops, sorry for this mistake committed unintentionally Poem is repeated more than twice. The reason is the same that Mr. Mikhail has mentioned there. Sorry again.

PRAKASH SHARMA (asker) Dec 7, 2005:

Here is the concerned poem- In days gone by I feel that in the days gone by
I didn't live with walls and roofs.
Long ago in deserts dry
And heard the roar of thudding hoofs,
And I was racing madly,
My head bent to the wind,
And 50 thousand horsemen Galloping behind!
I feel that in that long ago
I must have been a nomad child
Feeling the desert sun's fierce glow, And then, in saddle, head bent low,
Heading a horde of Beduins wild.
I shut my eyes an instant
And see them in my mind,
These fifty thousand horsemen
Galloping, galloping
Fifty thousand horsemen
Galloping behind
-Ida M Mills

Mikhail Kropotov Dec 7, 2005:

Also, please do not refresh your page as it causes your last note to be duplicated over and over again. Instead you can use the direct link to the question: http://www.proz.com/kudoz/1201025

PRAKASH SHARMA (asker) Dec 7, 2005:

Here is the concerned poem- In days gone by I feel that in the days gone by
I didn't live with walls and roofs.
Long ago in deserts dry
And heard the roar of thudding hoofs,
And I was racing madly,
My head bent to the wind,
And 50 thousand horsemen Galloping behind!
I feel that in that long ago
I must have been a nomad child
Feeling the desert sun's fierce glow, And then, in saddle, head bent low,
Heading a horde of Beduins wild.
I shut my eyes an instant
And see them in my mind,
These fifty thousand horsemen
Galloping, galloping
Fifty thousand horsemen
Galloping behind
-Ida M Mills

PRAKASH SHARMA (asker) Dec 7, 2005:

Here is the concerned poem- In days gone by I feel that in the days gone by
I didn't live with walls and roofs.
Long ago in deserts dry
And heard the roar of thudding hoofs,
And I was racing madly,
My head bent to the wind,
And 50 thousand horsemen Galloping behind!
I feel that in that long ago
I must have been a nomad child
Feeling the desert sun's fierce glow, And then, in saddle, head bent low,
Heading a horde of Beduins wild.
I shut my eyes an instant
And see them in my mind,
These fifty thousand horsemen
Galloping, galloping
Fifty thousand horsemen
Galloping behind
-Ida M Mills

PRAKASH SHARMA (asker) Dec 7, 2005:

Here is the concerned poem- In days gone by I feel that in the days gone by
I didn't live with walls and roofs.
Long ago in deserts dry
And heard the roar of thudding hoofs,
And I was racing madly,
My head bent to the wind,
And 50 thousand horsemen Galloping behind!
I feel that in that long ago
I must have been a nomad child
Feeling the desert sun's fierce glow, And then, in saddle, head bent low,
Heading a horde of Beduins wild.
I shut my eyes an instant
And see them in my mind,
These fifty thousand horsemen
Galloping, galloping
Fifty thousand horsemen
Galloping behind
-Ida M Mills

PRAKASH SHARMA (asker) Dec 7, 2005:

Punctuation marks Mikhail, Thanks for the suggestion.But I was trying to specify the lines from within the poem. :)

Mikhail Kropotov Dec 7, 2005:

Please post your terms without extra punctuation marks. Thank you.