We are partly into an early Spring and the horses' struts with their
heads held up. White Palominos all, majestic beauties they'd be in the
heart of the little village passing by the central square where the market
is full of life of sellers and buyers, to gawkers and talkers as well.
Nearby is the marbled-tier water fountain brimming with fish life and just beyond is the village lake, also teeming with edible fishes unlike those inside of the fountain. Edges of Papyrus and tall Cypress grass and just touching the colorful water lilies. Ahh, they've just arrived and tied up the horses so they'd be secured, here on top of the hill that overlooks the tiny village but seemingly the town life seems to have come up onto the hill, now the hill is full of life.
Oh, I forgot, the village of 'Somerset' with its old charm, thick thatched rooftops with their upper windows of English Oak, post and doorways too. Peaches, Apples Banana trees. Daffodils, daisies, roses, pansies, gladiolas, and much much more. This is truly Spring, the other seasons will be along shortly. I am here, that's why the village is here. I wanted to come home to 'Somerset' and be buried here in the Spring.
Categories:
palominos, allusion, analogy, appreciation, blessing,
Form: Narrative
My Guardian Angel
A wall of protection shields me from the horrors of the night,
I close my eyes and drift away to see beauty in my sight!
I see clouds like fluffy marshmallows beneath the Moon so high,
Winged Angels and Unicorns, soaring freely across the sky!
A wall of protection shields me as I grow from year to year,
Thirteen, sixteen, eighteen, good times with nothing to fear!
I see my image changing; my thoughts are all over the place,
As Mother Nature’s costumes prepares me for the chase!
A wall of protection shields me as I come into my own,
Freedom, independence and discovery, yet I walk the streets alone!
I see warning signs of caution, fear and nervousness setting in too,
Then I close my eyes and count to three, like my mother use to do!
A wall of protection shields me through the ups and the downs,
Like the joy of riding a pony on the carnival merry-go-round!
I see Mustangs, Palominos and Shetlands’ adorned with glowing lights,
Never realizing my Guardian Angel, was well within my sight!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 11/21/15
Categories:
palominos, adventure, angel, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Light Verse
There was an old man with a long white beard and
matching mustache, driving a red convertible with a white interior.
He was driving down a long dirt road, trees on either side.
He pulls up next to me by a black mailbox.
It was a sunny day and a big blue sky.
I accept a ride from a stranger, our destination was a ranch.
We get out of the car to look inside the paddock.
Inside the paddock there were beautiful mares, Palominos
with white flowing manes.
A rancher opens the wooden gates to let the studs in.
Later that same day I am in a classroom, sitting in between
two beautiful girls with the same white flowing hair as the Palominos.
Two nuns are trying to teach us a bout the reality of how some
men truly are verses what we wish them to be.
There's a blackboard with words written on it... words I can't
make out. But I'm sure that I will understand what was written
when it's the right time.
by S.E. Clark
Categories:
palominos, dream,
Form: Free verse