Friday, June 22, 2012

Just for Fun

Jail Break

In the grey light of almost-dawn
we found the fence break.
I jumped the rail cleanly;
Flash followed, pushing
the rail to the ground.
Jackson studied the situation
before carefully stepping over.

We could hear the howl of coyotes
as Flash led us
down the deserted road.
He flicked his ear at us in warning
when we crowded his broad rump
for security.

At the pond
our hooves sank in the thick muck;
we waded out
belly deep
and drank.
The mallards took flight.
Back on shore we rolled;
mud turning Jackson’s silver to brown.

Spring’s green grass was gone
and a sinister buzz
came from the dried weeds.
I lowered my long nose
to investigate.
Flash pushed me aside
with his stocky shoulders
and something gold and brown
–like a thick lead rope –
slithered past.
I manured.

Jackson’s head was bobbing;
he went lame on us.  Again.
So we took him home.
Flash marched along,
steady and strong,
a glint of laughter
in his blue eyes.
I danced behind
on my lanky legs;
ready to run wild.

No, this isn't factual.  It did give Brett a bit of a heart attack, though.  He read it on my poetry blog while he was at work the other day and thought the horses were out wandering the ranch.  Heh heh heh.  



  1. Love your poetry....especially "Jail Break"

    I can picture a book (childrens's)...illustrated with pictures portraying your would be wonderful.

    You're so talented!

  2. Every horse's dream. Except the going back part.

  3. Thanks Sally! What a great idea -- maybe I'll do a blurb book for the grandkids.

  4. just love poetry that gives me a heart attack. keep it up honey and we'll have nobody to do the chores.

  5. Love it! I can picture them so clearly!

  6. Great poem. I can see how it might get someone nervous about a Jail Break. Loved it!

  7. You are so talented. Your words evoke images, smells, sounds, being there,... my definition of a poet.


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