Gary Witt

Buying Horses - Poem by Gary Witt

I have no money but I am buying
Horses for someone else’s parade—
Rose-colored mares that stand four abreast,
Perfectly matched with spangled bridles,
Magenta plumes nodding in unison—
A family of acrobats stands with a flourish
Upon their backs as they bow to one knee.

As I sign this note and incur this debt
I promise myself with crimson signature:

One day I will ride a tall palomino,
With cascading white mane
Who rears up on his hind legs
Seeming to climb the air,
While I lift my hat straight up,
High as I can reach,
And smile over my shoulder.

Comments about Buying Horses by Gary Witt

  • Tailor Bell (12/6/2009 11:11:00 PM)

    caught up in this wonderful scene that is abbreviated at the midpoint by a curious but applicable philosophy/truism...that we bridle our own indebtedness sometimes at a cost we do not or care not to realize. then again who wouldn't want to hold that hat high. great read, Gary. -Tailor (Report)Reply

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  • (9/19/2009 12:17:00 PM)

    How strangely poetry reaches into our souls at times! I have always wanted a Palomino with blond mane and tail, and I even have her name: 'Glory' she will be, for 'glory be, I finally got a horse! ' This poem is stuffed to the brim and dressed in spangled tights with dreams...and I loved it! (Report)Reply

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  • Cj Heck (8/11/2009 9:20:00 PM)

    Hello Gary, it's a pleasure to 'meet' you and read your work. I've just finished a sampling and I am already a fan. Your use of imagery is wonderful.
    Warmest regards,
    CJ Heck

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  • Adeline Foster (6/8/2009 4:41:00 PM)

    Ah ha, a Bucephalus poem and worthy at that.

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  • James Mclain (5/5/2009 10:50:00 AM)

    The real adventurer, pushing, plowing the sky..iip (Report)Reply

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  • (10/12/2008 5:43:00 PM)

    I think the images are excellent putting circus and wild west to use, one way to read it could go: sacrificing oneself to second place, the 'sidekick', maybe just in the supporting cast, - self effaced consoles himself with a dream of someday basking in the light of the sun and raising a high hand, a winning hand, Stetson waving to the sky... nice job of lassooing a piece of the story of everyman.

    PS Gene is on Champion, Hopalong on Topper, only Roy will always ride a palomino

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 6, 2009

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