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A Load of Bull

While walking my dog in a field one day,
a massive black bull appeared in the way.
It snorted and grunted and pawed at the ground,
I could tell by its face that I couldn’t walk round.

Now here was a problem, I had to think quick,
although in my stomach I really felt sick.
To run, or to stand there and mirror it’s stare,
the steam from its nostrils showed ‘it’ didn’t care.

Well in for a penny and in for a pound,
I ran at the beast as it stamped at the ground.
Screaming with terror, I must have been thick,
and me only armed with a very small stick.

The look on its face as it snorted with rage
turned from pure anger to one of amaze.
It turned and it trotted right out of my sight,
while I started shaking with all of my might.

My dog, then no coward, took up the chase,
and barked at the bull as it left in disgrace,
while I caught my breath and wondered just why,
I hadn’t been gored and tossed high in the sky.

This story is fiction, I’d tell you no ‘bull’,
but in my young days all the girls it helped pull.
When I meet trouble I face it head on,
though some say it’s easier to carry a gun.
 
The gun that I carried was my silver tongue,
though now that I think, all the girls liked that long,
but back to the story, that ‘nearly’ is true,
this tells of those problems you cannot work through.

There’s been times in life with no way around,
and truthfully this is what I have found.
Don’t stand there and take it, be sure you bite back,
even when screaming, just narrow the gap.

If you leave some space to let troubles take hold
and never take action, but let yourself fold,
then you’ll carry them with you for all of your days,
they only get worse and determine your ways.

So what if you’re frightened, or maybe get hurt,
face up to life’s terrors in one sudden spurt.
Grab the damn problem by scruff of the neck,
what is there to lose, when your down on the deck?

Then just like my bull, if you meet it head on,
you may find it’s not real, but it ruining your fun.
The problem’s invented by ‘me’, I have found,
are the ones that are hardest for me to get round.

So real or imagined don’t stand there and stare,
just run at them screaming and don’t give a care.
If they disappear, you make shake for a while,
but even if ‘tossed’ you may rise with a smile.

Ivor G Davies

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