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Daisy trips and falls apart
The mysterious rider brings her back
And now wonders how she ll find
The way back home cause is its off the line
And runs away leaving the rider alone
He comes back for her
On the dark dawn
She refuses to go back to his lost life
The angered rider loses control
Cause daisy was the one whom he loved from soul
And for one last time he asks her to go
To the dark den with him for eternal light
For daisy nods no cause she loves her home
Fuming with fury he wins along
Cause daisy said she will stand her ground
The rider calls in his horse to take leave
Distressed yet still in love he climbs his horse
Galloping his horse he starts to race
While snatching daisy from her most beloved home
Cautious and anxious she struggles through the ride
Then comes the deepest valley with the bridge
Daisy unknown of the little bit of it
Tussling and grappling the little doll piece
Falls of the bridge before he could grab her
Bawling for help when taws’ to late for her
And once again
Daisy trips and falls apart
But the mysterious rider on black mare couldn’t save her fall
For he is down with the heart ache of his lost love
And as said so........
He wanders on the edge of the bridge you see
In search of his lost love or her screams
not knowing its too late for all her pleas
'Cos the daisy was the one whom he loved from h soul.
And daisy said no cause she loved her home
And so goes the story of one lost soul who took control with her innocent prose
Our old grey clumper horse,
bit by brown snake, bad egg,
The horse stood on him, snake struck a leg,
Grey had him pinned, stomped snake to death,
Both died, horse fell on the snake inept,
(clumpers are half draught horses, we wept)
Snake hunting, bull terrier cattle dogs, (cattle dogs eat snakeys brown)
Pull down humans goats n frogs,
Bitch Damper tore a brownies togs, (hide)
She lay there in the water sick,
Old man trimmed, the poison bite off bitch,
Pinched up the poison, shears in hand,
Cut the poison hide to which,
Condys crystal poison fix,
And she was back a hunting,
Death adder one foot long,
Death trap, touch him, death belong,
Never see him neath the leaves,
Chicken wire, fence out, him weaves,
Step on him, you are gone!
It’s a deadly poison, nong. (dummie)
I did once find this incredible little mare
When I was ready in life and knew
she was ready for me.
Somehow I was drawn to a place in the South,
Not to find a horse, but to get away from "it all"
to enjoy nature in the fall. The scenery of
orange, yellow and all changing leaves.
To this small little horse farm my husband
and I went
To camp, ride horses and enjoy time spent
Then I saw her and knew right then my life had changed
I was sent Mon Ami in my path by some divine fate
Ahh, my two year old, I bought her that day
and had to arrange a ride to me states far away
When she finally came, yes- she was mine!
A prayer answered after so much time.
We began to ingest one anothers soul
through life's breath and many a long stroll.
Oh- no life without my Mon Ami-
At three, we began the reign of riding and glee
A decision to make her an endurance horse
was my goal- and to compete for so may miles
certainly did make her "smile"!
Though diversity is the key, we focus on
obliterating opponents at super long
distance... winning always in the top three
Little bay mare, half Arabian and half Morgan
Has shown me she has more heart than any horse
I have ever rode, owned, or with since parted.
A special bond occurs between woman and horse
when they spend thousands of hours in the saddle
riding the course.
Superb at anything she has the will-
but even if she were crippled, forever
we'll be together still.
Oh my Mon Ami, you are my desire, my energy
to see you everyday, running about at play
there is no sight more beautiful on this planet
Than my beloved little mare, Mon Ami.
2nd place in "A Horse is A Horse Of Course..." contest by Tirzah.
Ride a Speckled Horse
Half Moon Bay
My little speckled grey
How unwilling you were
But I'd rented you that day
An apaloosa dream- straining
at the rope
He was the first choice
worthy of my hope
But he led you out- that
cautious owner of the 'string'
The one I wanted- being feared as-
too much horse - to tame
No cajoling and no show of force
Could lift your heart to run
Weren't you used- to-
always being, abused by everyone ?
In shame, at that slap of reins
across your neck
I let go - content to feel the
rythm of your walk and
not the rocking of your canter
Turned your jaded head toward
a trail down to the sea
Smelt the salt air with you
and felt the wide expanse
of beach and wind on me
Under the gulls glide
your gait became wide
And like a rocking horse
beside the rolling sea,
you and I glided,
close to eternity
I could have cantered on forever
when you gave your heart to me
And though I'm sure,
that many tried
It's few I know,
have ever felt,
the magic of your stride
The good budgery fella with a bottle of rum,
Pretty good bird is the budgery-gar one,
Arthur eyeshades came a walking by,
One eye one ear one rissole,
Looking for the budgery fella, why?
A little nip was good as gold,
Where are you budgery fella,
Ole Yarraman the horse he was,
And Milinbri was cattle,
If the boss see me a spearing one?
cos, good meat yer brain might addle?
so duck ya head sidestep away,
go into a Magpie smother,
flail ya arms like a loonatic hey,
don’t go and tell yer mother,
Budgeri fella was right here,
On his horse he rode away,
Sucking on a bottle of rum, ya hear,
The pigrooter threw him hey?
There were Indians just over the Brazos
With a buffalo herd in between
They weren’t trying to stay hidden
They wanted to be seen
The chief of these Comanche
Buffalo Hump by name
They say no one's looked him in the eyes
Was ever quite the same
The COL said go parlay
Invite the chief to sup
I want to look him in the eye
And determine just what’s up
With our white sheet fluttering in the wind
Like the scalps on the big Chief’s lance
We started out across the plain
Taking quite a chance
Our crooked-tooth Pawnee scout
Led the way through the herd
Through the smell of a thousand animals
And the sound that would drown each word
I felt and smelled their hot breath
As I rode my pony near
I turned my pony into the throng
A pathway none too clear
Inching through the buffalo
Blinded by the dust
I held on fast to the reins
Just riding my pony's trust
Once through the thundering buffalo
I glanced up to the rise
The Indians still were waiting there
Much to my surprise
The Pawnee scout then turned to us
Said if they should attack
First take out the big chief
Then that little one in the back
I can understand the big chief
But why the little guy
He said he’s like a badger
He’ll fight until he dies
He said that one's a horse thief
The best you'll ever find
He'll snatch a horse from under you
As if you had gone blind
The big chief started towards us
Shut up the Pawnee said
You young boys keep your damn traps shut
I’ll do the talking instead
The Comanche’s body shone with grease
Had a necklace made of claws
He had a stench about him
That made you gag and pause
My eyes met the chief’s eyes
My hand rested on my gun
He had a look could kill a soul
But I was too scared to run
The Pawnee and Comanche
Spoke in some foreign tongue
I vowed to learn their language
While I was still young
Then all at once the chief turned
And rode on up the hill
Our Pawnee scout turned back for camp
But I just sat there still
For he had pointed at me
With that scalp encrusted lance
And said he’d have MY scalp one day
If he ever got the chance
For last week on the Brazos
Someone had killed his son
And looking me right in the eye
He knew I was the one
1st place finish in contest
For PD’s contest dare. Chapter 11 of Dead Man's Walk by Larry McMurtry. It has been years since I read a western but am finding this one interesting.
Where the river runs into the Chesapeake Bay.
The currents run strong and they say "Beware".
Many a man has ignored it and sunk to his doom.
On white capped waters beneath a crystal blue sky
where a thousand men live by the tide,
one boy drifts and awaits the return of the moon.
In a tiny row boat with a four horse Merc.
He braves the bay to where the Rockfish lurk.
Gonna catch him a big one and prove to his Dad he's a man.
When the waters went still and the wind began.
He was too young to know the mess he was in.
He never turned back when the bay started yelling it's name.
The boat pitched forward and rocked to the back.
Waves so high that the sky went black
but the boy stayed steady and never showed any fear.
A white Bucktail on ten pound test,
he dropped the line off the side and grabbed a life vest.
He held on tight to his rod as the storm drew near.
Thunder clapped and the sky lit up.
The boy got excited when his rod gave a tug.
He never noticed the water that was filling his boat.
He started reeling with all of his might
when the angry old bay joined in on the fight.
Against a boy no longer, a fight against a full grown man.
When the storm passed by and the sky turned blue.
A boat on the beach with a small red shoe
and the biggest Rockfish ever landed in the Chesapeake Bay.
In a tiny row boat with a four horse Merc.
A boy braved the bay to where the Rockfish lurk
and lived to tell his story over and over again.
Aquila and Moondust
Sat together in soft firelight
No words spoken
Everything had been said
Through their hearts
The love awoken
The moon rose high in the night sky
Moondust felt the movement of moons and stars
She saw Aquila
Here and high above
What she felt in her heart
She knew why
All of it….
Aquila took an arrow
Launched it to the sky
Feathers of gold and brown
He tracked its’ course
Through stars and light
Where it fell
It drew forth a horse
A rustling of leaves
brought by a soft hoof fall
Through shadows and wind gust
In, strode a horse
For the precious Moondust
Such a horse of soft eyes
came to Moondust
If you could see
in its’ face, so wise
The firelight of love
Of things, broken
Now , whole
What it meant
The completed soul
Moondust touched his face
Looked to Aquila
Never had an arrow flew
Through stars and light
To bring forth a horse
The horse quietly stood
Together they felt
In a Heartstone wood
Of things once broken
No words were spoken
The horse drew close
She whispered his name
known only to them
Such a horse of soft eyes
Took away her tears
of previous lost years
Made her strong again
So I look back for 60 years to my old bay horse star...
Hard mouthed, a galloper just the thing,
at 5 what speed and power....
My chestnut pony stallion was a pig rooter with the best,...
Got dumped when I relaxed a bit, to ride him was my test....
Bronco Don loved a spirited horse he said ...
He taught me riding some...
Don't let em bloody drop their head ,...
hang on, with the horse be one!...
You feed a horse some chaff and oats ...
Its spirit lifts with power...
City folk say don't be a goat ...
Coil springs the pigroot hour....
Dons droving horses always got a feed...
Of chaff and oats for strength ...
Horses ridden every day would need...
quart of oats, strong horses meant....
Try it if you ride very well.....Don Johnson..
So you would saddle this springy horse and take it for a lead at the canter,
it would buck with the saddle and get the hoops out of it for the days work.
Then you would tighten the girth strap and mount a lively horse.
Never underestimate a lively horse.....Don Johnson :)
Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name 5TH POEM ON THE SOUP..
POISON! 1st first.
I was coming up from Tamworth, riding on a tired horse.
Past Barraba we wandered north, on a slow and dusty course.
Near Barraba I drew short rein, and paused to watch a sight.
A boy was thrown off again, a black horse
who'd buck and fight.
It's there I made an offer grim, to the
farmer and his son.
Swop you horses and I'll ride him,
with this bludger I'll have fun.
I mounted and he bucked away,
I spurred and drove him on.
I was the winner on the day,
cantered off and I was gone.
He was a black and evil thing,
he wouldn't give me half a chance.
He'd bite and kick like lightning, surely
buck and root and prance.
Saturday morning in Moree,
saw aunt Mona at the pub.
She said "get a paper for me",
said "I'll get it for you love."
Dirty Shirt Molloy got a paper
for me, for I couldn't leave the horse.
Black Poison rooted like a flea,
reefed his head up, used some force.
An Irish cop he grabbed the reins,
and held them in his hand.
Arrested us we had no brains,
he'd jail us both quite grand.
My spurs they gouged him proper,
the black lurched down the street.
He bucked and kicked the copper,
clean bowled him off his feet.
We galloped for the border
through a sea of clinging mud.
Coppers chased us in flivver,
to a river choked by flood.
So I dived him in the Gwyder,
off a steep sharp falling bank.
Then we surfaced horse and rider,
wet as shags from nose to flank.
Ride round the coppers came the order,
and bypass all the towns.
Swam the river at the border,
dodged the police, we'd lost those clowns.
A true story of my father's visit to Tamworth Australia in 1936...