THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).
THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL
THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.
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I encountered a gold palomino,
Gentle as gentle could be.
Fresh as a sprinkling of soft snow,
A lady of ladies was she.
She shone like a flame in the sunlight,
Larger than life, as it were;
Almost unerring ~ but not quite,
I learned about horses from her.
I rode a charcoal grey dapple
Standing some sixteen hands high;
If you fed him a rosy red apple
He\'d rear up his fores to the sky.
He stood like a prince in the daylight,
Tossing his head on a whim;
Almost majestic ~ but not quite,
I learned about horses from him.
I once loved a bay gypsy vanner
As warm as the Maytime in spring
She had such an exquisite manner,
As sweet as the songbirds that sing.
She shone like a flame in the sunlight,
Larger than life, as it were;
Almost unerring ~ but not quite,
I learned about horses from her.
I dealt with a heavy blonde sorrel
He snorted and stomped all the time;
He always seemed up for a quarrel,
His temper was something sublime.
A monster he could turn into,
A fearsome creature to see;
He\'d tower above you
And push you and shove you.
He\'d sneer and he\'d rear,
Austere to appear.
He\'d fight you and trick you
And bite you and kick you
So, learn about horses from me.
ASJ