Best Song Horse Poems
The Fixer was called, summoned by song
He hears the plea and finishes his mead
He heads to the barn loads up the cart
Feeds the horses and calls to his wife
She readily makes a meal,to get thru the night
For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
An relentless skill, without any end
His lute In hand , a kiss on the cheek
Cloak wrapped around, I wont be more than a week
Sun setting and the wind starts to howl
The horse picks the pace and pulls out of town
Picking the lute with an old familiar sound
For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end
Lanterns are fixed in the such a way
The silky black horses can see like its day
Fast asleep the fixer dreams thru the night
The path recognized no need to guide
The first stop they make will be at daylight
For he is the fixer, he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end
As he reached the first town, tool in hand
He rides by the stone huts, families broken,and frowned
He picks the right notes and begins to sing
The hooves from the horse a nice melody
This town has been fixed,no time to waste
For he is the fixer , he fixes all things
A relentless skill, without any end
He been fixing these towns, of kinship and friends
And feels his days of fixing are nearing an end
As he ponders his mends on his way back home
Fast falling asleep, could anyone could fix ...Him
For He was the fixer, he fixed all things
A relentless skill, who has come to his end
"Old horse with a gray-haired head,
Where you hurry so?"
"I have arrived for you.
Sit down quickly in the gold carriage."
"Where we shall go?"
"Along the world, along the world!
And together with us
the clouds will float in the sky.
Such beauty beyond the windows:
Birchwoods, meadows of lilies of the valley,
Multi-coloured butterflies..."
"Ah! A lovely horse,
You are similar to someone I love very much.
I already saw your carriage once.
But something had happened:
Its gilding has been scratched,
Glass of the windows has turned yellow,
the bugs have lodged in doors!"
The horse started to trot more slowly.
The horse whispered,
"Some time ago, I carried Cinderella,
the poor girl in a pink dress.
But this summer
I shall carry you around the world, along the world!"
We rushed on with her.
The Summer smiled at us,
And we did not talk any more to the end of my dream.