Horse Memory Poems

~ Once upon a long ago...
Three kids were raised on my family's farm
I am the middle child who spent more time 
working in the fields...

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I am Misti--, didn't get it?
Misti(sweetness) is my name,
My grandmother gave me that
Honor, I'm too grateful.
I'm going to 8 months
This November soon,
My limbs are
Not properly...

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a memory

The farmer and his horse 
was on the way to the field
I said, this is a big horse can it run fast?
No, he said,...

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I remember the high arc of your line
casting into horse-maned waves,
strong hands as yet untroubled 
by trembling, easily reeling smaller fish
to throw back in, again...

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The old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered...

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Bathe beneath a monochrome
light

Be that sun , rainbow or moon
light

And place yourself front and
centre preferably in the very middle

For the sole purpose of securing 

Some...

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Memory of Muriel 


When the big wave crashed ashore on the rocky side of the bay
seven white stallions, silky manes flying galloped ashore to seek
freedom...

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   We had Wonder Woman, 
and The Rocky Horror
 Picture Show.
   We had MASH,
 and Hawaii Five-O.

   We had...

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These are the dreams I cherish 

Where I  dressed in colors of a lost field of lavender
my hair- longer than Lady Godiva’s,
my horse with...

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In the cornfield the horse drawn reaper stood steady,
the vacation crew were up and ready.
The days were long,recent clouds had gone.
Yellow beams on heavy harvest...

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My father worked the land with
Both horse and tractor plough.
That family way of life is past,
We  are all city dwellers now.
My father and mother...

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Shop bells tinkling from eight 'til late
queuing customers having to wait;
Thursday,closing at noon
opportunity to court and spoon.

Collection boxes built into walls,
gossiping ladies in their shawls;
Bells...

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A pleasant memory
I learnt to ride
many years ago,
upon a mare
who was rather slow!
Dear old Fruitgum
became a great chum,
each Saturday hack,
riding shotgun at the back!...

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Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching...

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Time Past.

 I thank those horse owners today,
 that gave me a job and a place to stay.

 A bed in a barn or a...

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