Horse River Poems

There it is
The old kettle
Whispering on the hearth
In the winter it speaks to me
Of nights out on the moor

And as the wind
It whistles down the...

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The soft clip-clop of the horse 
echoed amongst the dark fir trees.
The tall man rode bareback
along the winding path of the forest.

Resting on his leathery...

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Two emeralds; copper eyes, fixated on the Atlantic
The Hudson; jades woke by fairies to her feet, so frantic
My view; is vantage, a little island on...

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The sound of those horse hoofs in surround sound, I have never forgotten.
Or the twins, who were not speaking – Harrison living in high cotton.
Spur,...

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Son, each day I will ride
Through waving cottonwoods
Near the broad river bend
Where the wild blue flax grows.

It is a special place
That your grandfather knew
Where he...

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A clever horse grazes grass before the dawn phases,
out in the open field, a man gazes,
and amuses as destruction causes.

Due to a river changing courses,
Due...

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Pure,  river water.

                     ...

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Infused with newness, available script ushers me in
Eyes peeled with anticipation for next discoverings

Last easy bend of cane growing country road owns
Entry to rewound time,...

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Inside the water 
where they float or sway in their rusting roots
are horse tackle,
buggies, 
unhinged parts of eighteen wheelers,
a girl on a tricycle, her bones...

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You came in a beat up old blue Landie

with tales of sleeping giants on your lips.

It was your first night in the cottage

when the Wye...

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Dry Dry Dry
There's a beer river up at San Miguel. We went up there to the brown river. A little wooden boat carried our souls....

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Small train of pack horses walking slow,
five of them, to be precise,
on the shore of this rock-choked river,
opposite where I make my way.

Led by three...

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The man moved along a snowy river, he rides a spotted horse, his presences is felt before it is seen.
He checks the vistas and when...

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Go have adventures,
don’t rot in your home,
go have adventures,
you were born to roam.

Go climb a mountain
and drink in the view,
see all of the world
unfold beneath...

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We know that trees reach...
Ignoring the substance
of Earth and seeking
the damp and the light,
the wet on the way,
to the light on some
far side, a far...

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