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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