(Roblin, Manitoba, Canada)
Here are some poems I've written. Please comment and tell me if you want more!!!
I love horses, big and strong,
It's so fun to ride, a-gallopin' along
Pounding down the mountain trail,
The mist around me like a veil.
Down to the valley, I will go,
I'll gallop there, not a bit too slow.
It will be evening when I get there
Then I'll rest my tired mare.
I'll pitch my tent and sit in the glow,
Of each dying, red-hot coal.
I see the stars twinklin' high above,
I hear the coo of a mourning dove.
In the morning I'll ride away,
A trot, then a gallop, have fun all day.
When I get home I'll unsaddle my mare,
Soon some day I'll go back there.
Snowy Night Ride
The moon was a graceful shining orb in the sky,
The stars glowed colors way up high.
Millions of beams of twinkling light,
Shone down on me and my horse that night.
We walked over hard, packed drifts of snow,
That sparkled in the light of the moon and seemed to glow.
Snow began to drift from the heavens above.
That was the kind of night I love.
Northern lights lit up the northern sky,
In glimmering colors low and high.
Curtains of purple and radiant green,
Shone down with a beautiful and ever-changing sheen.
I could have stayed the whole night through,
I'm sure my horse thought that too.
Midnight crept upon us there,
As we stood in the snowy, magical air.
Song of the Wind
Gliding through the starry night
Shining coats, both dark and light
Two herds of horses, hardly in sight
Two stallions prancing, ready to fight.
The herds move on across the range
Each horses' muscles flex and change
The stars a-twinklin' bright above
Everything that horse lovers love.
A path of moonlight on the plain
The horses' galloping hooves sound like rain.
The dawn comes creepin' right along,
As the horses move on, like the wind's song.
Hoofbeats Gone With the Wind
The night was dark
The howling wind
Moaned and shrieked.
Clouds were tossing
'Cross the moon
To the wind's tune.
And in the rain
A prisoner stallion stood
Tethered to a fence
He hadn't got away but tonight he would.
He lunged out fiercely
Then back again
Till at last the rope broke
Hoofbeats gone with the wind.
The HorsePart 1
I saw you on a windy hill
The memory is clear still.
Your mane a-flyin' in the breeze
The sight of you made me buckle at the knees.
You were so wild and so free
You really truly enchanted me.
You wouldn't bother me at all
You were so strong, you were so tall.Part 2
I caught you and rode you
I know I shouldn't have
You were so free.
We became partners
But something was gone
You had no spirit
You had no song.Part 3
You were longing for home
My barn was not there
Home was the wild
With not a care.
I released you
You looked at me one last time
Then off you galloped
We both knew we did not rhyme.