Pony Girl Poem by Barbara Villabol
Pony Girl
Brown orb
Looks at me
My reflection visible in the cornea
Tail swishes at flies
Pinto markings in brown and white
Independent, nearly wild
I speak softly to him
And stroke his neck
Will I ride him today?
Lightly I slip on his bridle
Then saddle so heavy
He inhales and snorts
I pull and secure
Now the moment
Pony girl
I quickly mount
Ears back, hooves dance
He bolts
Hanging on with all my strength
Dark brown mane whips my face
A meadow
The others, the larger ones
Stand and stare
He seems discomfited
Under their wise gaze
And slows to a walk
To the barn
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4/30/2024 10:36:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a very fine poem about a natural, fresh, simple, theme. There's the pleasure of the movement, of a lovely ride in freedom, with a good friend of mankind.