John Allen Richter
John Allen Richter Poems
|41.||A Dorothy Parker Kind'A Sexy||1/11/2015|
|44.||Odd Little Man||3/23/2015|
|45.||The Old Walnut Tree||1/20/2015|
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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,
Calm struck a sound
It echoed through the hollows
and pierced the thickness of time.
It brought my heart to still
and found my very will
longing for you.
And the calm lives.
Though I do not.