Astride

 To sit a horse in winds of force

With whiskers blowing in the face

Of risking knowing it's a race

Through hills and dales of clinging gorse

To save a little face without remorse

Before the sun has run its course

But mostly just to sit a horse

and feel the mounting joy

beneath my trembled legs

As feelings spread to mind equine

And all our world is ever fine

On dancing hooves I feel are mine

Reviews

[Sel Whiteley]

Wow, this is almost Kiplingsque, if you don't mind me saying so. You create such a vivid scene and distill the moment with such an economy of words, just splendid!

[J.P. Bristow]

There is nothing quite like it that synergy that bond....wordless love. It makes sense that tales soldiers on the battlefield protected their injured mounts with what ever they had until the last breath...

this was lovely.

[Narnie]

I feel like this about motorbikes. I must admit I've never ridden a horse, haha. Your apparent natural ease with verse is so admirable. I reckon you are wicked at the dinner table.

[TL Boehm]

ok extra points for using "Gorse" in a poem - and for multiple line ryhming and still making sense. Perhaps its just because I love horses, but I found this poem to be such a draw. Very much like an equine, it has power, movement, strength. Well done!

[Gandré]

this is my poem. I truly loved this. one of your best ones... everything is excellent about this poem.
wow. Donald.
(thanks for reading my Ergo Sum)

[Phibby Venable]

I used to ride bareback in the fall because the fur is thicker..
I also like the implications of this poem & the excellent ending.