The Equestrian

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