Moonlight Ride Poem by John Allen Richter

Moonlight Ride

Rating: 4.8


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,
and I'd like to kiss her some.'

Just on que the old nag said squarely,
'Twenty miles in a blizzard storm?
To get something that finds you rarely
when beautiful weather's the norm? '

'Just my luck, ' I said with disdain,
'To have such a cyncical horse.'
But wondered if I could be insane,
for talking to a horse of course!

Naw, no, I should ever think not.
For my ears wouldn't give such slack.
For if I were insane,
…..I think it would be plain,
That my horse wouldn't answer back.

'I'll ask you to quiet down, Nellie,
because we're almost there.
Miss Weatherby's a cheeky sort,
who'll spook and run on a scare.'

Nellie laughed and said with a thrill -
'So you think I'd be the source?
Well, my friend, better check again.
You're the one talking to a horse.'

Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: whimsical
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Obviously the poor fellow has been without female companionship (or any most likely) for far too long!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 24 January 2015

So the horse was questioning the destination of the journey..and I do get it, and I have been known to be 'slow' on the uptake, but I really got a kick out of this (not as in a horse kick..but only metaphorically of course) . Happy new favorite poem. ;)

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Well put together my friend.

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Diana Van Den Berg 16 October 2015

Absolutely love it! If it is insane to talk to a horse, I should have been in a curly jacket long ago. I talked all the time, to my late, precious, highly intelligent and attentive horse, Flicka, when he was alive, and still do every day now, though he has been in Heaven for 13 years,5 months 18 days. Nellie, I see is also highly intelligent and has a delightful sense of humour! Perhaps she is who gave you yours?

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Bhargabi Dei Mahakul 09 January 2015

Brown tipped grass peeked through the snow made this poem entirely wonderful. Beautiful humour printed in mind and whispered and Nellie laughed and thanked. Wonderful one.

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Valerie Dohren 20 January 2015

Ha ha, very good John. Enjoyed reading this little tale very much.

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Liza Sudina 22 March 2018

A Funny poem! Makes a reader smile.

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Seamus O Brian 20 September 2016

A brilliantly humorous piece. Thank you, I enjoyed this immensely. :)

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 December 2015

Nice communucation with the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.

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Ata Ata 28 October 2015

very good one, pleasure to read, it fascinates, well done

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Linda Hepner 21 October 2015

Every time I read this poem it becomes more iconic.

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