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The Wolf Pass by AM King
In spring’s horse ride through the mountainous pass,
Early morning’s dusted with snow that fell.
The horses uneasy, picked up a smell,
Became more unsettled in the crevasse.
The Wolf Pass by AM King
In spring’s horse ride through the mountainous pass,
Early morning’s dusted with snow that fell.
The horses uneasy, picked up a smell,
Became more unsettled in the crevasse.
my thoughts are a poem,but i run into trouble wheneveri try to corral them on paper becausethey like to twist away and run incircles, like wild horses,making me dizzy andnot making sense.
Running through the gate
Fast as I can
Horse went to buckin
Tried to ride her out
Could not hang on
I was bucked down
Nocked out black
Foced to get back on
Her gleaming coat is as golden as the sun,
Her mane is coarse hay.
She nickers softly, the day has begun,
And she begins to play keep away.
To my Freedom,
I first saw you
eyes troubled and body worn
but her spirit and age like new
so many failed before
but your fire was never torn
I first felt the same
Family has written the world couldn't
persuade them into loving art
yet art was hanging
everywhere I stood.
even coercing them for peace
In a home of clocks
and carpet and reconstruction
Without my majestic horse to ride
I'm filled with the lonliness of a starless night sky
So I disappear into the sunset only sadness at my side
Never again able to enjoy the beauty of starlight
Molding the soul
is caused by many
things, some magnificent
some malicious
some mythopoeic
and for me, my soul
remembered the opportunity
gifted by mysterious fate
(as everything has
No matter the details of the weather
I love the smell of my leather
Whether rain or snow
I strive to ride to acheive the perfect glow
Sometimes there are times where things just don't go my way.
I want to kick, scream, or cry.
I need some sort of getaway, just for one day.
It's no secret that life is hard, I will not lie.
Damaged goods,
That's what they call a worn down old horse,
Who was once healthy,
But is now stricken with fleas.
Good enough for nobody.
Not strong enough to be a race horse,
A cabby horse,
An Enchanted Morn
A dancing beam of moonlight
A gentle breath of wind
A fluttering of the curtains
A waking form within
A silent sleeper waking to a mist shrouded world
My heart is racing fast,My adrenaline is singing.The wind is tearing at me,To my horse I'm clinging.
What I need comes in many different forms, provided by more than one soul;
I need an entity to listen, to care, to make me whole.
I desire someone to hear my cries and respond politely.
"Riding free
Forever young
Feel the wind
Rip through my lungs
The pounding sound against my ears
Helps to wipe away the tears
All the memories of the saddle
Help me through those weary battles
The water to drink, to quench my thirst,
Is only as good as long the river flows
The food to eat, to nourish my body,
Is only as good as the time it knows.
The roof to cover, to shelter my head,
Never has there been a trustier steed!
He never falters,
Never complains about the rocky road.
Pushing on towards his given destination,
No matter how fatigued he feels.
He gives you his all,
From the inside looking out
A bright-eyed horse stands
Head held high to the sky
Ready to take on the world
Without a single doubt
As they run and gallop through the countryside,
Their manes and hooves seem to glide.
As fast and fierce as they can be,
No other animal seem so free.
Their love for human kind shows their big hearts,
For Richard Boone
Have Gun–Will Travel did not end much to soon.
His skilled method acting and ridding well hid
A loathing of horses he so deeply did.
Horses, horses, horses
Oh how I love horses
Buckskins, Chestnuts, Appaloosa's,
Pintos and colts, Halleluja!
The wind blowing through their manes
The sound of hooves on the plains
The hooves pound
My oh my do they pound
On that hard, frozen ground
The wind through that beautiful mane
The wind through the rider's hair
You can see the connection
You can see the determination
I hear thunder as he approaches.
His breath is visible in the cold morning air.
I touch his neck and feel the heat radiating from within.
His chest rises and falls with every breath, like waves stirring in an ocean.
I dance with creatures that others fear
And I am not afraid.
I do what others prefer to watch,
And have never felt like more myself.
I never imagined
That this thing—
Which had once terrified me
And I had even turned down before—
Could become such a fixture in my life,
That after my addiction began,
Its very absence
Traveling
Meeting new people
Speaking a different language every week
This could be my reality
With my dream job
Always on the move
Constantly learning
Constantly questioning
And best of all
Exhausted
Working forty hour weeks
At a job you don’t belong
Nobody appreciative of your efforts
Newly shod horsehoes clink on the shadowed stones leading into the light
The dull roar of the crowd grows in volume as the jockey exits the sanctury within
It is all on the line
Waiting.
Wild horses just run free
Nothing to stop them, just run with the breeze
They can believe in anything the world is theirs
Chink, chink, chink; the overhead lights illuminate the arena. Her feet pat, pat, the ground as we enter the canter.
Soft muzzle nuzzles my handWarm breath dances like smoke through the airIt's a cold day, but my heart is warm - for onceI wonder if he knowsTrapped in a place I can't leave
Hay, straw, wheat, oat
No, thats not a goat,
It's my horse of course!
Jump, land, ride, stall,
When we win,
The ribbons say it all.
Halter, saddle, stirrup, bit
Quiet your breathing, new young foal
I’m here to aide in achieving our goals
No need to breathe tirelessly
There, relax, there’s so much to see
Shhh… Listen, do you hear the sound
Outside the alley ready to go
She waits with Foxy to hear hear her number
Their hearts are pounding sounding like thunder
She finally heard it, time to start the show
Controlling the reins time moves really slow
I can't say that I've ever had a dear,
A darling husband to call my own,
But one thing on Earth I hold so near
is my passionate love for one thing alone.
The four-hooved creatures
run away in fright.
Only equestrians can possibly understand,
the impossibly forgiving light,
that the eye of a horse suggests.
However, only equestrians can understand,
that when it comes to ribbons and winning,
Always I believed that here - life is sweeter
The grass on the other side was really never greener
I loved going where the apples were grown;
Feed some to the horses, and save one for my own
Having a dream and shooting for it.
It's not easy.
Most of us have dreams.
Horses are my dream.
Sounds so simple and easy, but is it really?
Horses are my life, my passion, my dream.
Four Angels stood fast
Heeding, waiting for the sound of the blast
Their power so mighty even demons fear
Their daunting presence treading near
The day the month the year has been set
Round and round the track i race, the horses dust flying in my face. The leader than begins to slow, now its time for my part in the show,im a thoroughbred.
She was thinking about windows
The window in Mr. McClellan’s bedroom that Tom had shattered playing catch
With those older boys down the street.
The windows in her own house
That could use a good scrubbing.
Keep Spinning
Life is a broken Merry Go ‘Round,
Continuously whirling in blurry rotations
When her daughter was young the mother called it a phase,“This horse obsession will be lost in a few days.The wanting of a pony and to ride is the new craze,
Ask me what my everything is
and I will tell you, a horse
She carries me
when my troubles make me heavy
She does almost everything I ask
but is no servant
She is beautiful
but is not vain
I saw the best equestrians during my lifetime created by hard work and perseverance,
Bonds with equines of all breeds and colors, along with friends who come and go, but, only the true bonds will last a lifetime,
She gallops toward me.
I watch transfixed as her flaxen mane is grabbed
By the invisible fingers of the wind.
She whinnies with sheer delight at seeing me.
Brilliant purples, pinks, and blues
Blend in such amazing hues,
My breath is taken out from me
And as I stop to gaze, I see
A stallion toss his wispy mane
Then race away, ne'er seen again.
Born in the middle of the night
His coat soft as silk
Scrutinizing the world around him
He begins to learn the way of a horse
Ready to grow big and strong
With chaps and hat
Horse and friend
He will carry me until the end
We will ride and thrive
Courageous and strong
Together we succeed
Never apart
We ride the trails and mountain terrain
As I'm in the round pen preparing to ride
She dances left to right, so I can not get on
As if her steps aside gave her the chance to hide
I finally got on, and we headed towards the lawn
We started moving unrestricted
Thunder rolling across the plains
Windblown mane
Eyes full with electricity
Shocking to the touch
Untamed, uncut, crazed
Lightning cracks across the sky
Pure and powerful
Riding in the middle of a grassy pasture
A cool burst of wind tosses your hair
The sun kisses your face
And the rush starts
Giant anteaters dancing a tango
Twirling and stomping to a strange beat;
An old growth of ponderosa pine as their dance floor,
With a trio off on the sidelines watching.
Abandoned mansion on the shores of an island,
