The brown tipped grass peeked through the snow -
With stems quite cold and forlorn.
The north gale came and so winds did blow
and nodded their heads in form.
As for I, a moonlit ride -
on my horse, steady and slow.
With her cold and shivering skin below -
I said 'Not much further to go.'
She low'r'd her head, and back again,
to ring her bridle bell.
As if to say 'Why dear friend,
did you put us in winter's hell? '
'Well, ol' nag, it's like this, you see…
for forty nights I've been alone.
And down the creekbed lives Miss Weatherby,
and I'd like to kiss her some.'
Just on que the old nag said squarely,
'Twenty miles in a blizzard storm?
To get something that finds you rarely
when beautiful weather's the norm? '
'Just my luck, ' I said with disdain,
'To have such a cyncical horse.'
But wondered if I could be insane,
for talking to a horse of course!
Naw, no, I should ever think not.
For my ears wouldn't give such slack.
For if I were insane,
…..I think it would be plain,
That my horse wouldn't answer back.
'I'll ask you to quiet down, Nellie,
because we're almost there.
Miss Weatherby's a cheeky sort,
who'll spook and run on a scare.'
Nellie laughed and said with a thrill -
'So you think I'd be the source?
Well, my friend, better check again.
You're the one talking to a horse.'
Absolutely love it! If it is insane to talk to a horse, I should have been in a curly jacket long ago. I talked all the time, to my late, precious, highly intelligent and attentive horse, Flicka, when he was alive, and still do every day now, though he has been in Heaven for 13 years,5 months 18 days. Nellie, I see is also highly intelligent and has a delightful sense of humour! Perhaps she is who gave you yours?
Brown tipped grass peeked through the snow made this poem entirely wonderful. Beautiful humour printed in mind and whispered and Nellie laughed and thanked. Wonderful one.
Ha ha, very good John. Enjoyed reading this little tale very much.
A brilliantly humorous piece. Thank you, I enjoyed this immensely. :)
Nice communucation with the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So the horse was questioning the destination of the journey..and I do get it, and I have been known to be 'slow' on the uptake, but I really got a kick out of this (not as in a horse kick..but only metaphorically of course) . Happy new favorite poem. ;)