A HUNDRED MEN WOULD HAVE LIVED
The horse whinnied,
are you alone?
He ran off into the light,
afraid of the night.
Boy what are you doing here?
You're far off trail arent you?
All the posse is up there,
I know all these mountains.
He was the lead horse in a wagon train,
It was a lot of mountain.
He could not climb,
his major wanted him to master it.
A peak of the angered god,
the winds howl with a human voice.
commanding him with persuasion,
but it's a tricky climb lord.
Stradeling a virgin peak,
He shouted at the sky.
Let's go boy,
yes we'll make it.
Come on boy,
there's a cave up there.
Get the lantern,
light my way.
This cave has no bottom,
now what?
We can continue on,
or we can fall.
I don't like the odds,
I can't do either.
You can sit here frightened,
or take a leap of faith.
Alright enough, enough,
I will continue climbing.
Take up my slack,
pull boy, pull!
Together we can get it done,
just keep going,
Don't look down,
let's go, giddy up.
I see stars,
I see the moon.
I hear wind,
we'll be home soon.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2025
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