My wife takes most words literally where they fall
She does not understand my poems at all
She tolerates the time I spend with them
'Long as I don't ask her what she thinks of 'em
She is more like our daughter
Who at age ten indignantly
Handed me back 'Black Beauty'
'I'm not reading this.
Horses don't talk.'
Thank God for my poetic license
And all the horses that
Keep talking to me
Keep listening to the horses...the beauty of the poem is in the eye of the beholder...jz.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one of the finest writes from the mariani stables...