Back in the saddle, a familiar old tune
Ain't as agile as when I was a young buffoon
Drove girls squirrelly
With lingo so syrupy
Talk of the town even made old grannies swoon
Back in the saddle, a familiar old tune
Ain't as agile as when I was a young buffoon
Drove girls squirrelly
With lingo so syrupy
Talk of the town even made old grannies swoon
Sully* was back in the saddle
up the creek without a paddle
Meenie stole his hat
followed a stout rat
With cookies his hands did meddle
Sully* is Sullivan my pet simian ghost
Meenie is my cat
Both are naughty
When I was a child
I liked to go on horse rides
It felt grant to sit
On top of this beast so gigantic
And learn to have it follow
Commands, finding control.
There upon Marquis, the horse
That I dearly loved
I could find a bond.
Of each other we were so fond
An invisible give and take
With nature, there was no mistake.
One afternoon I rode
With my uncle upon a road
Freshly asphalted, lacking still a border
Riding too close to it, Marquis faltered
Losing momentarily his balance
Which made me loose my balance.
Instinctively I hung on
To Marquis's neck and didn't fall down
Though my body dropped on his right side.
With my arms still around his neck tight
I pulled myself back in the saddle safe and sound
As I knew I would be on his mount.
Remembering this episode today
Renews my determination to keep faith
While going through great struggles
Hanging on to life, seeing the gifts in its bundle
That help me pull myself back in the saddle
And climb the steps to reach grounds more stable.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 08.15.10
Dancin' with the dead,
Becomin' familiar to me...
Missin' my soup pals,
That you can see,
10 days in the ward
Warding off death,
10 days never knowing,
Which might be my last breath,
There is no fear,
Regardless of fate,
It's merely a question,
Sooner or late...
You will join me too...
Somewhere down the road...
We'll write funny poems together,
Hope I don't have to goad...
But now to catch up with my pals,
Sorry for any worry I might have caused,
Glad to be back on line,
With the winners of the world.
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