After a beautifully done, wonderfully, deliciously invigorating and strenuous riding lesson, I have written a poem dedicated to Shane the peppy little grey Arab that I rode today. Just try imagining the three-beat canter gait in the poem, soon you'll be
Up up, down down, round round we go!
Yum yum, feels good, I like this way,
A staple, I say, like bacon and eggs.
Zoom zoom, run horse! Nothing can catch us
Just us and our freedom- freedom and dust
Happy we sail, you with your tail
Me with my bouncing brown braid
Who cares for the world, I don't, do you?
You with your all-seeing eyes, my love
Hold up your head, you do, you do
So I'll hold up mine, me too, me too.
Poetry by Inchworm
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Written on 2007-06-14 at 06:03
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Freedom and Dust
Three beats, four legs, my my, what legs!Up up, down down, round round we go!
Yum yum, feels good, I like this way,
A staple, I say, like bacon and eggs.
Zoom zoom, run horse! Nothing can catch us
Just us and our freedom- freedom and dust
Happy we sail, you with your tail
Me with my bouncing brown braid
Who cares for the world, I don't, do you?
You with your all-seeing eyes, my love
Hold up your head, you do, you do
So I'll hold up mine, me too, me too.
Poetry by Inchworm
Read 579 times
Written on 2007-06-14 at 06:03
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