Find Where The Chasm Narrows - Poem by Bud Taylor
Let me tell you of a stallion
There is power in his withers deep and strong
Light & fleet his croup that of a dancer
A sheath of black glossy and long
No other in the kingdom to match
Forever the staccato of his hooves were heard to cross the bridge to see his love
She pranced in the fields of the upper prairie
Magnificent to see her, slaves all
Built fast and light, no horse tougher
Her cheeks into smiles would break, all he ever could ask for
With grace she trotted from chore to chore
The music of her call, dancing with glee he came
One day the bridge gone, dismantled by giants
Many times he charged at the chasm, mad with fright
For a time he thought to throw himself in,
for this was a love worth dying for
Then a day came he faltered
his fore leg torn pawing at the chasm
Crippled a horse-whisperer found him
Into his ear she told him of the four laws
'There are only four questions of value in life'
'What is sacred? '
'What is the spirit made of? '
'What is worth dying for? '
'What is worth living for? '
'To these, each has but one answer'
In his stall the whisperer placed a poultice
Like Seabiscuit hope began to burn along its edges
For now he would work to reclaim his limb
He would work till one day he could run again
Till he could make the journey to where the chasm narrows
The healer changed the poultice each day
And whispered to him, 'Of love worth living for'
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