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I watch you prancing, pawing earth;
Your eyes glow almost like a flame,
You toss your sculptured head so freely
And flounce, unchecked your flowing mane.
Born brother to the rolling prairies,
Your spirit kin to earth's four winds,
I gaze at you and vainly wonder:
Do you know how truly we are friends?
Do you know that deep within me
Dwells a soul loving liberty
And a heart that yearns and hungers
To run as you do, wild and free?
Have you noticed I'm a dreamer,
That my eyes see visions, bright,
And my spirit flies within me
A prancing, pawing steed of light.
May 18, 2014
A heavy horse looks like a rock
the horse stands completely still in the darkness
with open eyes
one starry night
the horse seems to count
all bright spots in the Big Dipper
and is wondering whether it would be very difficult
to pull the wagon one lap
around the globe.
I’ve seen you in my dreams riding your black horse under the moonlight.
Its black mane floats in the midnight air as you ride towards me.
A gentle breeze comes in and out and you are by my side looking down at me, my white dress
sways in the air as we look into each other’s eyes.
Little flecks of gold and silver dance inside your eyes playing tricks in the dark.
Can this be right? I have seen you only at night but now you have come to me, bringing me
promises to me that you will keep ones you will never break.
A single stand of golden brown hair brushes in my face concealing a tear, your warm hand
comes down and rubs the tear away pushing the stand behind my ear.
Feeling the ground sink from under me you place me behind you on your black horse.
I lean against your back feeling the warmth and comfort I have wanted for so long.
When you feel my hands wrap around your waist you summon the horse to ride.
We ride under the moonlight never looking back at what we have left behind.
To ride a horse and hunt with the hound,
Is to find a hare that can’t be found.
To feel the wind blowing in your face,
And ride a horse in the wilderness of space,
Is a joy that has hope in the purpose to find,
A hare that runs with the wind behind.
We heard in the distance bells that toll,
While riding hard over a grassy knoll;
For the hare was running within the shadows,
Under the gate and across the meadows.
She ran with the wind and couldn’t hesitate,
For she knew a fear that held her fate.
Between the mission and the means,
Was desperation holding the schemes;
Trying with luck to defy the haste,
Knowing there was no time to waste;
But the hare was lucky to find a hole,
For she jumped right in and saved her soul.
Ponytails and blue jeans
Sat at Papaw's knee,
Watching as he whittled
On old branches from a tree.
And while he talked of cowboys
And big old Texas ranches,
He trimmed away the rough spots,
While I dreamed of pony dances.
A wild stick horse remuda
Began to run and play,
With every loving stroke,
As he peeled the bark away.
Using his "Old Timer"
And carving in my brand,
The best that he could find
And cut and shape with his own hand.
Now, each one of them was special,
And I felt I was too,
As they kicked up dust behind
This cowgirl buckaroo.
With reins of pink hair ribbon,
Shoe strings and baling twine,
There was "Buckin' Birch" and "Oakie,"
And "Ole Sticky" made of pine,
"Sassafras," and "Blackjack,"
"Willow," "Blaze," and "Scat,"
I never did corral 'em --
I just left 'em where they sat.
But next mornin', on the front porch,
'stead of roamin' wild and free,
They'd found their hitchin' rail,
‘cause Papaw lined 'em up for me.
Along our trails together
There were many lessons learned,
Like bein' a cowboy through and through
Is something that you earn
We'd partner up together,
And team up in cahoots,
Once he defied my Mama,
Bought me red cowboy boots.
And often, when I wondered
What to do on down the road,
He'd always tell me, "little girl,
When you get there you will know,"
Sometimes you have to let things go,
Sometimes you stand and fight,
And anything worth doin',
Is still worth doin' right.
With my wild stick horse remuda,
We rode the range for miles,
I knew I'd won my Papaw's heart
By the way he'd laugh and smile,
I still have his sweat-stained Stetson,
His boots, and his old knife,
Sometimes I take them out
Just to measure up my life.
And hold him closer to my heart,
And know I have to try,
To live up to the honor
Of the wonder-days gone by.
On my stick horse remuda,
I learned the cowboy way,
I’d give up everything I own
To ride with him today.
My wild stick horse remuda
Was quite the varied band,
Born and bred with me in mind
And trained by his own hand.
I’m longing for the legends,
And the way we used to roam,
With my wild stick horse remuda,
And the man that we called "Home."
I am so wild, I carelessly run around
I am the last horse in a one horse town
I'm as wild as wild can be
I have zero guidance, so I live my life aimlessly
Do what you have to, send me to assist the Border Patrol
I need someone to neuter me and keep me under control
I live life by the seat of my pants
I don't want love or trues romance
I believe that every moment counts
When you fall down, there is still time and room to bounce
If a jet can fly, it can surely land
When wrong is done, justice needs to be a firm hand
One day I may feel peace and love deep in my soul
When I find that one that can keep me under control
If there is a poster child for bad, it has to be me
I do not welcome the Devil, but there will be no begging for mercy
I often wonder what do people think
I really don't care after my third hard drink
You are wasting your time if you want to preach
You are educated, so do your best to teach
I am not worth being loved by you, so do not glow
I want discipline, so do your best to bring me under control
I party and sin and live as I please
I will never be driven to my eyes
I am a rebel and that will never change in my life
Not looking for love, a white picket fence or a loving wife
I can take the streets and deal with them blow by blow
Are you the one to keep me under control
Some people have it, some don't and some never will
I'm tired of hearing about it, I have lived it, now it's overkill
The question is do I want to sell my soul
You can save me if you can keep me under control
"Old horse with a gray-haired head,
Where you hurry so?"
"I have arrived for you.
Sit down quickly in the gold carriage."
"Where we shall go?"
"Along the world, along the world!
And together with us
the clouds will float in the sky.
Such beauty beyond the windows:
Birchwoods, meadows of lilies of the valley,
"Ah! A lovely horse,
You are similar to someone I love very much.
I already saw your carriage once.
But something had happened:
Its gilding has been scratched,
Glass of the windows has turned yellow,
the bugs have lodged in doors!"
The horse started to trot more slowly.
The horse whispered,
"Some time ago, I carried Cinderella,
the poor girl in a pink dress.
But this summer
I shall carry you around the world, along the world!"
We rushed on with her.
The Summer smiled at us,
And we did not talk any more to the end of my dream.