Horses in Poetry: A Poem

Hi, Nell,

I read it really takes leg strength to stay on a horse for a considerable amount of time. I can see why you were cautioned to avoid doing so.

However, I've seen circus acts, acrobats flipping from horse to horse, almost a ballet.

I'm glad you made a great decision. Otherwise, I would miss your wonderful sense of humor and great writing as well as your supportive attitude toward the HP community.

Thanks again for another visit.

Much respect and admiration,

Tim

One of the things I learned about these creatures: If you want a stable relationship, there is no substitute for a horse. All joking aside, a horse's heart can weigh ten pounds! That's a lot of lovin' indeed! Just don't walk behind a horse, you may get a kick out of life. Literally.

Thanks for reading.

Tim

For the holiday last week, I had an opportunity to visit a friend of mine in TX. We rode at a ranch a few miles away. I had the pleasure of riding a Spanish mustang. I learned the Spanish mustangs were bred for endurance. My guide Vicky at the Karma Farms, the ranch, was very helpful.

My wife loved it as much as I did. In the process, I can see how horses and their jockeys become so close.

Frankly, if I could have spent more time with the horse I was riding named Benita, I could see a bond building.

Sincerely,

Tim

Thank you, Berlie,

I appreciate your kind comment.

Sincerely,

Tim

Thanks, Jo. Reading your wonderful article about the famous Native American lady made me remember how Native People really had a special relationship with horses. Thank you for partly inspiring me and reminding me of the fondness I have for these majestic creatures.

Sincerely,

Tim

Thanks, Hollie. I always believe we can learn so much from God's creatures. We are a people with passion; we are all one humanity. However, we try and try like horses. We will get it right someday. :)

Curiously enough, when I started writing this poem, I was contemplating the nobility of horses, as Sean stated. I reread the poem by Carl Sandberg 1857-(1967), entitled: “Horse Fiddle Poem.” I also reread the work by Robert Browning, entitled: How They Brought the Good News of Ghent to Aix. They both were inspirations for this poem, but I wanted something a little in between these two.

It didn’t occur to me until after I wrote this poem that “Browning” also refers to a type of weapon – Was my character considering suicide after losing his horse? Or was he planning to read a poem? Or both? The emotions and the experience did not reveal such knowledge to the author either as I wrote this.

The jockey mentions Asgard, the mythical home of the gods of Norway because the paradise fell after dishonest dealings with a man and his horse. The character apparently felt cheated in some way as well.

I mentioned the Four Horsemen of the biblical end-times because I think every person who loves their horse feels their animal is a champion, capable of the mightiest of tasks, even if the horse never wins any competition. Just a glimpse into my thoughts I wanted to share.

Thanks.

Sincerely,

Tim

Manatita,

My wife used to ride horses and did some competition at horse shows. When I was young, I didn't follow the horse races much, but now, they are fun to watch.

Sometimes, when my grandfather's horse was particularly nice, I would chat with him. He seemed to respond to my questions with snorts and little head gestures. I always laughed because I think he thought he was human. His name was Zeus, and he certainly thought he ran the farm.

Thanks again.

Comments from all of you inspire pleasant memories. Much respect,

Sincerely,

Tim

Thanks, Sean,

We like to visit the herd at Corolla because they are in a beach area. I'm glad my work and Lori's pictures helped to bring memories to you.

As always,

Thanks for your comment.

Sincerely,

Tim

Thanks, Nikki. I do love these animals. They have contributed so much to humanity over the last four thousand years.

I appreciate your positive comment.

Sincerely,

Tim