The course has been plotted
The horse taken from the barn
The rider mounted
The journey begins
Over sunlit hills
And down into dark valleys
Wading through streams of salt tears
Fallen from love sick hearts
And broken dreams
The strain of struggle
And on the horse and rider plunge
Whipped by branches
Side swiped by fate
Cheered on occasionally by love
Reaching for trophies
Triumphant
Then tired
Then sore, perhaps lame
When the horse is stumbling
The rider unseated
Ambition melts and fades away
Quiet of home beckons
Takes them in
Enough of the world
Peace is the last cup they’ll win
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Author:
Lorna (
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"Wading through streams of salt tears Fallen from love sick hearts" that hit so close to my heart. Thank you for sharing, Lorna!
Loved this Lorna - It must be wonderful to horse ride in the open country - I envy you. Last time I rode a horse it was in France on a trek organised by the campsite. The horse in front of me held everybody up by stopping to eat the hedge and the French rider couldn't pull him away - So I attempted to say in French "Give me the reins" Not knowing the word for reins I risked that it would be the same word in French so I said "Donney moi les reins" ... The rider looked confused as what I was saying was "Give me the Queens" !!
The horse must have been confused as well! Very funny.
I rode for many many years - my husband was a horseman - but the poem is actually about life, riding just a metaphor.
Good write Lorna.
Many trails in life's lessons Lorna. May you always be on the trail of happiness and love. 😊
Lorna,
Loved your poem, especially the last line… “Peace is the last cup they’ll win” complemented with a great choice of lyrics.
Laura🌻
May that cup of peace be forever with you Lorna.
Andy
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