GIDDY UP

Pity the man with only one horse to ride

Who wakes each morning with the same old chores

Of feeding and grooming the same old mare.

Perhaps it’s the tired look of her

That makes me think;

I’ll leave her to graze in the field for a time,

And drag out the leathers that I stowed away

During those early days of training

I’ve had my eyes on that little grey Filly there

Prancing about in expectation

Of a trip far away from that old dusty barn

I’ll take her to field never imagined

And the fresh green grass.

We’ve not seen the last of our home,

and it’s familiar feed

We shall return again after we have stood

In that illusive stream of delicious water

And filled our bellies with sun drenched hay

Beyond our best experience……….

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I am a retired great grandfather, father of four; a writer (long time blogger) and visual artist. And, most importantly,a believer in the power of God to change lives..

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