This is for the old 'grey warrior'

[kigerfan]

He had so many times before
Eluded air born captors
A fleck of white then out of sight
Like prey eluding raptors

He knew the dip of valleys
Knew every rising peak
Hidden trails tree filled veils
Knew which place to seek

He’d been glimpsed in passing
By maybe one or two
Defensive charge he loomed quite large
Then vanished in the dew

The helicopters beat the air
The gather underway
Red flecked white within their site
They held the stud at bay

Still the wily stallion
He descended down a canyon
Noble pride in each long stride
The wind his sole companion

The helicopter followed low
His hooves fought for some traction
Slate and sand worked hand in hand
The trail slick from compaction

They would not relent this time
This time he would be penned
On his tail they would not fail
This could only have one end

Then he cleared the canyon
And galloped through the pass
Legs pumping heart thumping
Fled through golden grass

The landscape closed around him
Horses filled his view
He saw the gate but turned too late
His life of freedom through

He galloped through the pen
Examined every joint
A shoulder shove a sideways rub
But not a weakened point

Finally he relented
He ambled to a trough
A cooling drink time to think
A dry and dusty cough

His shaggy winter coat
Silver flecked with red
Blackish socks up to his hocks
More flecks adorn his head

His mane is dark steel grey
His forelock sweeps his throat
Ribs showing tail flowing
Dryness dulls his coat

His face and body testify
To his days as a defender
Nicked and scarred his face is marred
But his eyes reflect a splendor

He scans his fellow captives
With his calm majestic gaze
Nibbling hay in a thoughtful way
He lowers his head to graze

Born in a dry wild terrain
In harsh conditions he thrived
Courageous leader rival defeater
Through all of this he survived

He stands branded and tagged
Awaiting his final fate
A sealed price enough to suffice
Then he’ll leave the gate

His world will then have moved on
Fences will keep him contained
Water and hay shall be his every day
His health will be carefully maintained

A battle scarred lonely old warrior
Full of spirit and pride
A part of the wild to keep us beguiled
An honor to possibly ride

[fantasykiger]

I love it kigerfan ..quiet the talent you have there. ;D

[kigerfan]

I was beginning to think I was boring the tar out of everyone with them

[lindad]

Never boring, beautiful tales, filled with love and passion, and a good measure of talent.
Thank you!
Linda D

[lindaf]

I hope we can follow his story at his new home and you can add additional stanzas to his poem. It captures the feeling of change that has happened in his life in such a short time.

Linda F

[Michelle Clarke]

Very nice! Now we have to make a whole book with poems and short stories!!! A t-shirt just won't do it now! Once we get things going with the Sport horse thing or Kiger Quest (which can be part of the Sport horse thing, no?) we need a Kiger Store!

Maybe for next year we can do a calendar with the Peoms and a picture to go along with it - but that means you will have to come up with a few more!!!

[kigerfan]

There is an award I'm going to try for, I will need fifty to a hundred pages of poetry so you will be seeing more. I would be happy to join in on creating a callendar with original art work and poetry. You have another artist in the group who might also be happy to donate. I am also decent at ceramic painting so those could also eventually be offered. I have a button making machine so we can offer two and a quarter inch kiger buttons and I also do woodworking so there's that too.
This is a caretto wood mustang horse emblem I made for the front of my car...

I'm open to helping promote the kiger however I'm able

[JoanMRK]

That was an amazing poem. It gave me chills. It also saddened me a bit to see his life in fences, but that's reality nowadays.

[kigerfan]

Yes, it will be his reality, but with the right owner, that reality can be a wonderful one I think.