In a horse life.We can play with a burlap bag,
an empty milk jug,or chew on the barn stall
door.Just to kill some time,or to kill some
everyday bordom.In a horse life.We get names
like Black Beauty,Flicka,Seabiscuit,or Secretariat.
In a horse life.We do horse tricks
like bowing our heads down,or placing our
shoe upon a pedastool.Picking up the
cowboy hat.While tapping our feet ratatat-tat.
In a horse life.We like a good block of salt.
With lots of minerals,to lick upon.A
wholesome bale of hay.To start off a brand
new day.Or a bucket of grain.To keep us all
healthy,fat,and sain.And a fresh bucket of
water,to wash it all down.In a horse life.
I could be losing a horse shoe.While the
rider is losing his mind.In a horse life.We can
be a workhorse,a racehorse,or a trick pony,or
maybe a showhorse,or possibly a circus horse.
Without all the phoney baloney.In a horse
life.We can run all day in the open sun,or
run the race track.While the betters place
their wagers.Of course,at the horse racing
track betters window.In a horse life..
A Horse Life Poem
by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2011
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Originally Posted On Site: 2011-03-01 10:10:16
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