In observing th' capriole... of a spirited stallion,
did I...
One Sunday afternoon, 'pon th' grounds of a manege,
sat 'an mused...
That if an animal could negotiate such complexities,
why, then...
Can't we, as intelligent life employ our Good-Sense
of Reason...
And, of Logic in addressing our own complexities, as-
one people...
People, sharing th' same earth and seed, sewing lives,
and destinies...
By behaving with no less class than th' spirited horse
I observed...
Oone Sunday, upon the grounds of a manege, negotiating
A capriole...
With an air of Logic 'n Reason, despite the complexities
it dealt with all by itself.
©Frank J. Ryan, Jr./FjR
2014-All Rights Reserved
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I would like to translate this poem
Totally awesome theme and format!