The horse ran 'round in circles
North, South, East and West
He was pristine and shiny
Could gallop with the best.
He withstood the pressures
Hot days and the cold
Gazing over pastures
With a look so bold.
So sleek and majestic
Yet age began to mount
His twists and turns lessened
With each and every count.
He is now a rusted paint
Due to frequent rains
And a cherished keepsake
My Grandpa's weather vane.
A good memory shared in the poetry.
"He is now a rusted paint
Due to frequent rains
And a cherished keepsake
My Grandpa's weather vane."
It is funny how the simple things we do remember. Thank you Melissa for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Oh geez, I thought it's about a horse. Haha. But this is great. You have a knack for writing poems with story. Just the right dose of entertainment and wonder. Keep it up!
Well, I kinda thought the picture I chose to go with the poem would give it away ... but I guess not.. read moreWell, I kinda thought the picture I chose to go with the poem would give it away ... but I guess not! heehee....sorry 'bout that! ;)
A sweet but profound piece, Melissa!
You took the readers on the journey with the horse.
We all shine like stars sometimes and of course there comes clouds to bear but all is a part of life, right?
Great write!
Left me pondering.
Hi! My name's Melissa and I love to read and write! I am married to a wonderful guy named Mark and have a grown son and step-son and five beautiful grandchildren. I no longer work outside the home .. more..