Back To the Barnyard

My owners call me horse You'd think I was barnyard watch dog Fancy that. My spot beneath a shaded guava tree Face rustic oversize shack with wide veranda Where they rock. They watch me feed Where green grass grow, where fowls and pigs stray Feasting on ripe guavas, some bounce off my back I don't mind that; not even the weight of my owner Or his wife, riding me on certain days - Wild smell of their plantation cling to me They'd groom me from ticks, and feed me well But their adopted son knew unsavory tricks He'd grin, tickling parts of me with a bamboo stick. One morn my owners stayed so long I felt out of place, tormented by and by That mischievous boy reached and pulled my tail A horse knows only one way to kick So an awful lick made him shout. He was out From across the road, one hurried half stunned. Sun at its zenith sat and watched It was I, carrying my tormentor on my back Seemed I walked a million miles So he could be seen by a Doc We walked and walked, until Rain clouds cautioned us to turn back. Day after day, I would watch Reggie at a distance Sitting, staring, staying his hands straight. ... Sponsor... Matt Caliri Contest Name...'Back To The Barnyard' Date...3-14-16