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Anabel Braziel Poem
A Demanding Steed
Once upon a crisp Winter morning, while the cardinals so lively, announced the awakening of a new day.
I sprang out of bed, pressed play on the radio, and begin to dress for a trek across the field and dance.
My brown leather boots were still warm from the heater they had been placed upon the night before.
The painted gelding's neigh travels through the wind and up to my door knocking loudly.
He requests fresh water and straw.
I find my coat that is brighter than heart decorations floating around on Valentine's Day.
It too matches the cardinal's plumage and warms me.
The young equine commands its orders again, and in a very blunt manner.
I rush to the bathroom, twist my hair into a woven strand, and complete the style with a petite floral hairpin to confine my bangs.
The horse noisily bellows once more.
The creature lacks patience like a fourth-grader waiting for recess and the freedom to prance about.
My gloved hands twist the brass doorknob and the wooden door extends its arms towards the snow-covered backyard.
Oh! The outside air strikes my face as the icy wind impales every inch of my soul.
I close my eyes and pull my fuzzy cream beanie over my ears.
My shriek caused the cardinals to crow once more. They mock my misery in the cold.
Crunch! The snow feels like glass cracking under my shivering feet.
The trusty transportation source turns its large upright ears towards my direction.
A cheerful whinny he lets lose along with a jolly canter to the edge of its wooden stall.
"This metal nameplate is inscribed with only the most appropriate name for you my friend," I tell the horse. Commander.
Oh, how I love thee and its amusing demands. The marvelous adventures he takes me on.
I fill up the water trough with sweet water and place fresh golden hay into the wooden feeder.
I turn to kiss his fuzzy black and white muzzle before I dash back into my cozy cabin.
The creature appears to smile at me as he then turns to consume the new hay.
I love my horse so much that I would let the animal inside the house if it wasn’t so large.
Copyright © Anabel Braziel | Year Posted 2020
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Anabel Braziel Poem
Spring Salutations
Breathe in the air
let it flow through your hair
Stretch your arms up and out wide
lookup at the sunny sky
Bend down to pick bright red roses and blue flowers
beware of tiny honeybees and crawlers
The sun is out smiling
while bluebirds, robins, and yellow finches are flying
Breathe in the air
let it flow through your hair
Bears emerge from hibernation
it’s time for a happy celebration
New life grows and awakens
earth’s wonder and birth cannot be mistaken
Springtime is finally here
greet it with a warm welcoming cheer
Breathe in the air
let it flow through your hair
May 8, 2020
Spring Rhyme Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Anabel Braziel | Year Posted 2020
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