Post by kigerfan on Jan 16, 2008 14:34:18 GMT -5
His mother shifts nervously
She edges away from him
Ears pinned down she stomps the ground
Her eyes are white of rim
His sire charges towards him
His eyes ablaze with hate
Fleeing in surprise he mounts a rise
And rushes to meet his fate
As he leaves the stallions realm
He stopps upon a plain
Confused and scared left unprepared
He looks back in distain
Always he’d been sheltered
Looked after and protected
Now alone scared to the bone
He stands lonely and rejected
Confusion fills his senses
He can’t comprehend his plight
Loved when born but now forlorn
He is a pitiable sight
He wanders at the edges
Of his sire’s defended land
Sleeping at night, out of sight
He huddles in the sand
He watches from a distance
He follows close at hand
Always near but distant for fear
He shadows the little band
Slowly he begins to wander
Further from the gang
Little jaunts to find new haunts
And feed his hunger pang
As months stretch to a year
And a year turned into two
Strong and fast he forgets his past
as his territory grew
His coat still gunmetal blue
His tail reaches the earth
A stud in his right a powerful site
A reflection of his birth
His intelligent eyes a deep golden brown
His jaw strong and defined
His mane is as black as the stripe down his back
His muzzle is not too refined
He trails a new band of horses
The stallion is tough and he’s scarred
A wirey horse his muscles are coarse
His face is scratched up and marred
Sizing him up from afar
The young stallion considers his move
Would he win in a fight or would he take flight
How could his chances improve
He shadows the band for days
He waits in preparation
If the stallion gives chase he just quickens his pace
And gages the separation
Finally his chance is upon him
He charges the dun colored stud
He enters the field with a kick and a wield
His hind feet meet chest with a thud
He’s bitten on the neck and shoulder
He feels a hoof crease his side
A lunge and a dip, his hoof meets a hip
The dun stud’s eyes flare open wide
The dun is beginning to tire
His age is beginning to show
His courage is strong but the fight has been long
His exhaustion is beginning to grow
Suddenly the dun stud whirls
And flees in a flurry of dust
Not giving chase but taking his place
With the mares all now in his trust
He rears and paws the air
With a victorious shriek to his foe
He drops to his feet his victory complete
He watches the older stud go
He moves throughout the herd
Acquainting himself with the band
A curious snuff, a tender rebuff
A paw and a stomp at the sand
Dark against the sunset sky
The stallion surveys his prize
His muscles hard he’ll stand his guard
He’ll watch them through sunrise
I'll stop for now, don't want to bore you all to death
I was told I aught to create a book of poems like this, what do you think?
She edges away from him
Ears pinned down she stomps the ground
Her eyes are white of rim
His sire charges towards him
His eyes ablaze with hate
Fleeing in surprise he mounts a rise
And rushes to meet his fate
As he leaves the stallions realm
He stopps upon a plain
Confused and scared left unprepared
He looks back in distain
Always he’d been sheltered
Looked after and protected
Now alone scared to the bone
He stands lonely and rejected
Confusion fills his senses
He can’t comprehend his plight
Loved when born but now forlorn
He is a pitiable sight
He wanders at the edges
Of his sire’s defended land
Sleeping at night, out of sight
He huddles in the sand
He watches from a distance
He follows close at hand
Always near but distant for fear
He shadows the little band
Slowly he begins to wander
Further from the gang
Little jaunts to find new haunts
And feed his hunger pang
As months stretch to a year
And a year turned into two
Strong and fast he forgets his past
as his territory grew
His coat still gunmetal blue
His tail reaches the earth
A stud in his right a powerful site
A reflection of his birth
His intelligent eyes a deep golden brown
His jaw strong and defined
His mane is as black as the stripe down his back
His muzzle is not too refined
He trails a new band of horses
The stallion is tough and he’s scarred
A wirey horse his muscles are coarse
His face is scratched up and marred
Sizing him up from afar
The young stallion considers his move
Would he win in a fight or would he take flight
How could his chances improve
He shadows the band for days
He waits in preparation
If the stallion gives chase he just quickens his pace
And gages the separation
Finally his chance is upon him
He charges the dun colored stud
He enters the field with a kick and a wield
His hind feet meet chest with a thud
He’s bitten on the neck and shoulder
He feels a hoof crease his side
A lunge and a dip, his hoof meets a hip
The dun stud’s eyes flare open wide
The dun is beginning to tire
His age is beginning to show
His courage is strong but the fight has been long
His exhaustion is beginning to grow
Suddenly the dun stud whirls
And flees in a flurry of dust
Not giving chase but taking his place
With the mares all now in his trust
He rears and paws the air
With a victorious shriek to his foe
He drops to his feet his victory complete
He watches the older stud go
He moves throughout the herd
Acquainting himself with the band
A curious snuff, a tender rebuff
A paw and a stomp at the sand
Dark against the sunset sky
The stallion surveys his prize
His muscles hard he’ll stand his guard
He’ll watch them through sunrise
I'll stop for now, don't want to bore you all to death
I was told I aught to create a book of poems like this, what do you think?
