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Scary Moments
I felt the saddle’s movement; I heard the horse’s snort; Around my neck I felt the rope Of my weight to soon support Underneath a giant oak I sat upon my steed As I awaited punishment For some malignant deed I heard the creaking of the hemp Against an oaken limb ‘T is Hell would I soon visit … I was sitting on its’ rim. I looked down, and all about: Oaken acorns on the ground! I urged to pick them up … But … both my hands were bound. My thoughts were all distorted My vision was a blur I tried so hard to scream But … my words were just a slur I felt the rope go taut - Someone slapped my horses’ rump … I heard the snapping of my neck And felt the jerk and bump! Suddenly I was screaming Sitting upright in my bed Sweat was pouring off me I was sure that I was dead! Slowly did I realize The nightmare had been a dream All was calm and normal … not at all like it had seemed. Back down on my pillow I lay my sweaty head Smiling unto myself … I was glad I wasn’t dead. I felt something on my pillow … in the dim light did I stare … Horror rushed back into me: ‘T was an acorn lying there! 5/17/2014
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