Wildwood Slim


Hoofbeats - Poem by Wildwood Slim

Sometimes I find myself alookin’
Through the years, a backward glance,
And I see the friends of childhood
From the years now gone before.
And I ponder endless summers
Fighting foolish odds with chance,
While life drifted, careless, onward
Till we woke, a child no more.

But it’s the hoofbeats. A hundred
thousand pounding hoofbeats
Of a dozen horses, galloping,
That keep calling from the past;
As we raced along the creekside
Feet a pulsing, like vast heartbeats,
In those glorious bygone summers
Lingering on, like shadows cast.

Bridle chains are still a ringing,
Creaking saddles call my name;
Tinkling spurs, like errant windchimes,
Feed my mind their ghostly treats;
Yes, at times I roam in fancy
To the childhood, whence I came,
But the sound engraved forever
Come as phantom, drumming beats.


Comments about Hoofbeats by Wildwood Slim

  • Rookie Bill Smith (2/4/2008 5:33:00 PM)

    nice memories, well writ
    smiffy (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Fred Babbin (2/4/2008 3:35:00 PM)

    I've been on a horse twice, but this makes a third time. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 4, 2008



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