Horse Dad Poems

Our friend Mr. Ed was a talking horse.
We remember him with tears of remorse, 
But, children, please try not to be so sad.  ...

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Future time traveler looks back one century ago

I exhibit health and virility at one hundred and 
64 years astride planet earth, whereby spouse,
(who remained married...

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Now When I Go Visit, Tears Fall, It Makes Me Sad

He rode the high plains to hell's dead weathered edge
Across the highest mountain on a...

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This is the story of poor old Jimmy Carew,
He worked for the brewery and drank special brew.
Jimmy drove the horse and trap with a twinkle...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Is it today now or yesterday still?
Is it time already for morning pill?
hazy light filters in through the window,
as crimson gathers over distant hill!

Can’t tell...

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I’d love to get a horse when I turn seven -
I’ll ride him in the sky way up to heaven.
Or I could get a puppy...

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I rode that memory once before,
Galloping down child lane once more,
Fleeting past some faces I have known,
Some buried treasures I have out grown.

Dad waving in...

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Angels Touch the Earth

The soft color of red, 
turned ever so slowly to pink… carnations.
The grand color of blue, 
the sky, the ocean, 
the color...

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The West

A gun, a holster, bullets…
A glass of whiskey and 
a ten-gallon hat.
A horse, a saddle, a bridle…
and bags to hold it all. 

Good guys,...

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He will never save the world from alien invasion
Win a medal for outstanding bravery
Play a sport for his nation
Save a child from a burning building.
But...

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"If I said the word, “day”,
Nothing special you would say

24 hours that we keep,
Just one of seven that make our week

But if you look deep...

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Upon poised to strike unsuspecting prey
oft times myself she doth cannibal eyes
everything her sight coalescing, whereby her
occipital orbs gleam fiery poker hot embers
ferocious roars of...

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Britches and the Train
Written: by Tom Wright
10/14/99

Two long tracks lay parallel in fresh snow,
"Britches", being inquisitive,  asked his Dad, where do they go?
He said,...

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My fists have been clinched since birth. 
Mom said I came out, hands raised. 
Ready to fight. 
But I’m walking this ol’ gravel road
tonight- hands...

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