Horse Sensations

A re run w/pic

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To ride Lippizans 

My eldest daughter 

She of the animalistic tendencies 

Took a large warmblood 

Out to the back pasture 

For needed exercise 

 

The horse was tightly wound 

A big buck jumped up 

Snorted and bounced a couple of times 

Then waited to see what we'd do 

I could feel the bolting desire exploding 

I dropped the reins 

and patted the bulging neck 

at my chin with both hands 

The horse was so up I could have stroked his nostrils 

I was not leaning forward 

It was all I could do 

to turn this sudden desire to bolt 

into a dance of pride 

The buck bounced a couple more times 

And I fed the joy of the sight right into his fright 

Laughing with the excitement of it all 

as the buck left 

I rode that horse in a prancing high legged dance of pride 

Feeling every nuance of nerve endings 

Shouting and singing aloud with the joy of it 

To control that much force 

To have my legs holding all that shuddering wonder 

I never wanted to come down 

This was why I ride horses 

 

Dad didn't write any poetry today 

He only listened 

And felt how it is to ride a horse joyfully 

Some days are treasured pleasures 

Poetry's where we store them

Reviews

[Gandré]

This was wonderful poetry. I thought you are telling a story this was a tale within a poem. Really wonderful, this had a strong voice. Must be wonderful to own horses and have land where they can live.

[Sel Whiteley]

This is even more stunning then it was before. You really capture the wildness of that beautiful horse and the control your daughter exerts. I can imagine the father (...you?...) watching this scene. Again, you employ a masterful use of sound, 'sight right into his fright' only you could pull that one off. It's beautiful!