Finding his own way...

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FINDING HIS OWN WAY
The story of a stallion told in multiple poems

HIS FIRST DAY

He was born in spring
Among the yellow flowers
With trees to bear witness
Standing tall as towers

His dam nickers softly
rising from the grass
She nuzzled his small face
And slowly she moves past

He sets his feet in front
He quickly licks his lips
With a nudge from his dam
He shifts upon his hips

His front feet are splayed
His hind feet to the side
He throws his head forward
To lift himself astride

His hind feet move beneath
His back arches up in kind
Front feet paw the earth
He lifts his small behind

Standing on his stilts
He wavers on his feet
Taking his first step
He lets loose a bleat

His dam stands at his side
She urges him to move
With every step he takes
His balance does improve

He’s not sure what to do
His stomach makes a noise
He finds his mother’s teat
And feeds with lack of poise

His hunger is now slacked
He’s weary from his birth
He settles to the grass
To tired for any mirth

The sun melts on the hills
The flowers close to sleep
The herd is now at rest
The night is dark and deep

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Okay, this one is a bit longer.... The second installment


DANGER STALKS THE COLT


The colt is growing fast
His feet at his command
He skims along the valley
Fleet across the land

His curiosity grows
His exploration expands
Only coming back
When his dam demands

He bucks, rears and hops
He runs a zig zag line
Ever increasing his pace
He runs into the pines

The ground is very soft
Amid a pillow of needles
Scratching at the flora
He unearths some beetles

They scurry back to cover
Avoiding his snuffling nose
He flicks his tail and snorts
Dust billowing as he blows

Deep within the trees
A tawny figure moves
Light and shadow dance
On muscles lean and smooth

Highly attuned senses
Softly padded paws
Fluid in her movement
Deadly ruthless claws

Slowly she creeps nearer
The colt is unaware
Silently she stalks
With hunger piercing stare

He paws at the beetles
Playing in the litter
Vulnerable he plays
Watching the beetles skitter

Carefully she steps
Making hardly a sound
She creeps upon her prey
As he scratches at the ground
A burst of golden death
She breaks from the brush
The colt sees her charge
Against the ground he’s crushed

He struggles beneath the cat
She tries to get a hold
He kicks and cries in panic
No longer feeling bold

A paw lands on his face
His Dam comes on the scene
She bares her teeth and charges
Her teeth look large and mean

The cat retracts her claws
She launches off the colt
Back to forest darkness
She turns and quickly bolts

His dam stands above him
Her legs are locked like steel
She trumpets an angry challenge
High pitched like a squeal

The colt finds his feet
Still shaking in his fear
He sidles up to his dam
Needing to be near

His face has a gash
Punctures dot his skin
He knickers to is dam
His voice is weak and thin

His dam moves away
She knickers for him to come
His feet follow hers
His heart is feeling numb

He isn’t badly hurt
His Dam licks his face
Lessons learned so hard
Time will not erase

The colt clamps his tail
He stays next to his dam
The stallion checks his wounds
He’s meek as a lamb

In the days that follow
The colt stays close at hand
Happy within the herd
He travels with the band

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THE COLT’S TRANSITION

His baby coat is shedding
His new coat showing through
His face a patchwork of color
Between the old coat and the new

His hooves are hard and black
His legs quick and strong
His body is filling out
His tail becoming long

A scar marks his face
Memories of a fright
When a tawny death
Took away his flight

His back is marked as well
With scars from ruthless claws
Where this little colt
Learned of nature’s laws

He’s more clever now
He’s learned from his past
There’s safety in the herd
A lesson that will last

He’s eating on his own
Now completely weaned
His dam still takes care
That his face is cleaned

She nibbles on his nose
And down his nimble back
Across his little shoulder
To his tail of black

He often leaves her side
To play with other colts
Mocking gallant battles
Till one of the two bolts

The stallion of the herd
Often joins the fun
He cavorts with the colts
And takes off at a run

The stallion teaches skills
The colts will need to know
When they are of age
And time for them to go

For now it’s all in play
But the day will arise
When the fight is real
And there will be a prize

The colt is exhausted
From battles fought that day
He settles in the grass
Away from all the fray

His dam stands above him
Her belly hanging low
Inside her loving body
A new life starts to grow

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THE ROUND UP
THE FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH MAN

Spring has returned
The valley’s turning green
On the new spring branches
Birds relax and preen

The colt is growing strong
His coat is fully in
A sheen of buttermilk dunn
Atop a steel grey skin

A deep black linear mark
Runs down his back
From his glossy mane
To his tail of black

His legs are black as coal
Up to about mid knee
His eyes a fiery golden brown
He is a sight to see

His ears prick at a sound
He’s never heard before
The herd begins to move
Across the valley floor

The sound is getting closer
As blades thump the air
Birds of steel descend
He runs next to the mare

Now the herd is moving fast
Before the birds of steel
The helicopters swinging low
Almost at his heel

Fear fills his heart
He doesn’t understand
What these steel birds are
And why they’re on his land

He follows with the herd
The stallion at the rear
The lead mare in full flight
The band retreats in fear

The helicopters circle
Guiding the herd in
Suddenly it splinters
Beneath the thumping din

The horses are all scattered
His dam not to be seen
He gallops mindlessly
His dam goes through the screen

The lead mare and stallion
Head back for the valley
The splinter group is moving
The colt doesn’t dally

He joins the splinter group
As they turn towards home
His dam is in the trap
No more shall she roam

The helicopter’s thump
Starts becoming dim
As the splinter group
Mounts the rocky rim

Heading down the slope
Through the strewn out boulders
The herd slows to a trot
Reaching grassy shoulders

The colt is sore and winded
His breath still coming fast
The herd finally stops
To catch their breath at last

He looks for his dam
He sniffs the air for scent
Finally he lays down
He is completely spent

The herd is down by half
Mares and foals are gone
The herd settles in
To await the coming dawn

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INDEPENDENT

With his Dam gone
Her memory growing dim
The colt stands alone
Strong of mind and limb

The sun is warm and bright
The colts and fillies play
The mares content with grazing
They pass away the day

The stallion stands his guard
His mares are all with foal
His eyes and ears alert
His coat is black as coal

From the edge of the field
Movement draws his eye
A bachelor herd of horses
Wanders slowly by

The five young studs
Eye the herd with greed
With all the grazing mares
They want to spread their seed

The stallion squeals a challenge
Pawing at the ground
Rearing in the air
His call a piercing sound

One young stud answers
He bugles forth his call
While the others watch
The young one standing tall

The two horses charge
They rear and buck and bite
The stallion’s vast experience
Ensures he’ll win the fight

The colt stands apart
Watching the battle rage
Learning from his sire
For future battles he’ll wage

The young stud starts to falter
His energy giving out
He finally turns and runs
Knowing he’s lost the bout
The stallion snorts his challenge
Returning to his mares
The stud group wanders off
A challenge not one dares

The dust begins to settle
The herd relaxes too
The foals go back to playing
Now the battle’s through

The sky is getting dim
The daytime drains away
The colt rests all alone
As night erodes the day

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TRULY ALONE

Spring has come again
The foals are on the ground
The colt is shunned away
The signs of change profound

He and the other colts
Seem to feel the change
No longer do they frolic
But more and more they range

The stallion’s language changed
His patience growing thin
He keeps them at a distance
No longer allowed within

As the days pass by
The stallion’s temper rises
He keeps them from the mares
He doesn’t want surprises

Then the day has come
Ejection from the herd
One by one they’re chased
It felt somewhat absurd

The colt ran from his sire
Confusion filled his mind
Sire at his heels
The colt was running blind

When his sire turned
The colt turned back as well
His sire chased again
He turned so quick he fell

His sire was upon him
Landing a vicious bite
The colt struggled up
Quickly he took flight

His sire bellowed loudly
He clamped his tail and fled
When his sire turned back
He stopped and lowered his head

Ejected from the herd
The colt felt forlorn
He couldn’t understand
What caused his sire’s scorn

Alone he stood winded
Defeated and unsure
The herd was his life
His future just a blur

He stayed close to the herd
He kept them well in sight
He didn’t get too near
He didn’t want to fight

Then one day he realized
He was on his own
He left his herd behind
And entered the unknown

He grazed while on the move
Skirting other herds
No wish to seek a challenge
Communing with the birds

The colt was not afraid
He knew he couldn’t win
He was still too young
His knowledge still too thin

His company the mammals
That scurry through the sand
He settled down to sleep
Alone in a strange land

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THE OLD STUD

The colt jolted out of sleep
Awakened to a sound
Quickly his ears searched the sky
His nose then searched the ground

He wasn’t sure he heard it
It could have been a dream
He thought he heard a crackle
Down by the little stream

Cautiously he stepped
Each hoof landing slow
Moving towards the stream
Keeping his head low

Standing in the stream
His muzzle in the water
Stood an older stud
His mouth with clinging fodder

He lifted his head slowly
And gazed upon the colt
He made no move to challenge
But neither did he bolt

He slowly quenched his thirst
Then he left the stream
He didn’t show bravado
Nor any low esteem

His body battle worn
Scarred from many fights
His eyes a little sullen
His face marked by bites

His coat was dusty white
Flecked with bits of red
His ears pricked forward
Atop his gallant head

Slowly he approached
Till they were nose to nose
The colt stomped with excitement
At that the old stud froze

The colt arched his neck
The old stud blew a snort
The colt pranced lightly
The old stud drew up short
They danced around each other
Testing each defiance
Then they settle down
With each they felt reliance

Both of them were lonely
Both had been expelled
Both were cast adrift
In both loneliness dwelled

This night came in peace
As they stood nose to tail
Finally not alone
They slept in the vale

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Nobody is saying anything so I'm wondering if I'm boring the tar out of everyone.
Anyhow, here are more installments that I wrote this morning after breakfast.....


LEARNING NEW WAYS

Dawn crept down the hillside
Setting leaves afire
Turning dew to jewels
For diamonds to aspire

With the dawn came warmth
Waking the new day
The stud and colt awoke
And they began to play

They ran for pure enjoyment
They leaped into the air
They kicked and jumped and reared
And played without a care

They both had been alone
A companion cheered them up
So they both cavorted
Like a little pup

Soon they were winded
They stopped and stood alert
They searched the wind for trouble
Then both rolled in the dirt

They both rolled one side
Then moved and rolled the other
Scratching all their itches
They rolled with one another

The old stud started off
The colt fell right in line
The stud was on his turf
So following was fine

As they topped a rise
The colt looked down the hill
One lone horse and man
They stood completely still

The stud was unconcerned
He descended to the flat
The man and horse just watched
He gave his horse a pat

The colt was very wary
He’d lost his dam to these
The man just sat and watched
The old stud coughed and sneezed

They began to graze
The man dropped from his saddle
They both raised their heads
The colt exhaled with a rattle

The stud went back to grazing
The man sat on the ground
His horse set to grazing
The silence was profound

The colt ripped a bite of grass
Stood gazing at the pair
Chewing fodder thoughtfully
He softly sniffed the air

He couldn’t catch the scent
The wind was from behind
The man was eating something
The four in silence dined

Then the man was up
The colt prepared for flight
The man was in the saddle
Then was gone from sight

The stud seemed to have known
There was no danger there
The man meant them no harm
Just wanted time to share

The stud and colt together
Left the lonely field
Returning to their stream
For the water it would yield

Bellies full and thirst quenched
They went about their play
They mock battled till they were tired
He learned a lot that day

As night fall came once again
It settled like a feather
The stud and colt stood side by side
To spend the night together

CHANGING TIDES

As days rolled into weeks
And weeks rolled into years
The stud and colt together
Roamed the land as peers

The stud taught him the land
He taught him how to fight
Taught him when to stand
And when he should take flight

The colt learned his lessons
His battle tactics changed
And as they mocked their battles
The dominance rearranged

The colt was strong and virile
The stud was past his prime
The colt soon took the lead
He knew that it was time

He’d learned the land he lived on
He knew each rock and knoll
The stud was growing weaker
Time took out its toll

The stud was now happy
To follow the colts lead
The colt took complete command
Decided where and when to feed

They saw the man on horseback
Often as they traveled
The man’s only interest seemed
To see how their future unraveled

He seemed to be very pleased
The colt had taken charge
The old stud taken care of
For the colt had grown quite large

Often in their travels
Other horses ranged
He used to skirt around them
But now his goal had changed

Now he stops and studies
The stallions and their mares
Never getting close enough
For anything but stares

The old stud stands beside him
A formidable pair they make
If they so decided
To choose a herd to take

The colt is not quite ready
He needs more time to study
He skirts around the herds
And watches with his buddy

He is fully grown
His body strong and lean
His eyes are full of fire
His coat a healthy sheen

His hooves are black as flint
His coat a buttermilk cream
Black runs up his knees
His tail flows like a stream

His mane is black as night
To match his flowing tail
A scar runs across his face
A memory that is pale

The old stud stands beside him
His red flecked coat is coarse
Scarred from years of battle
He is a majestic horse

A herd has caught their interest
Fifteen to twenty horses
One protective stallion
Around the herd he courses

The colt and stud retreat
A safe distance for the night
They settle down to rest
Prepared for tomorrow’s fight


THE BLUE ROAN

His mane is long and shaggy
The center he’s roached out
His forelock past his nose
His body lean but stout

Black creeps up his legs
Past his hocks and knees
His black and silver tail
Swaying in the breeze

His coat of slate blue roan
With shading on his hips
His shoulders shaded too
His ears have silver tips

His face is darker color
To match his scattered spots
His muzzle light fawn brown
His mane has tangle knots

His hooves are sharply formed
From years upon the rocks
His body battle scared
He’s clever as a fox

He’s seen the stud and colt
He knows that they are near
He gathers up his mares
But he shows no fear

He knows the colt is young
And knows the stud is old
The stud is of no interest
But the colt is bold

He shows them he’s aware
By prancing a display
They show no fear at all
Much to his dismay

They watched him prance and rear
Watched him charge in fury
Watched him push his mares
In an angry flurry

His eyes are bright with challenge
His heart strong and keen
His hooves sharp like knives
His teeth are large and mean

His confidence is strong
Experience on his side
He yearns for the fight
Their presence he can’t abide

He stomps and stirs the dust
Rocks skitter from his feet
Displaying for the colt
Challenging him to defeat

The colt turns on his hock
He leads the stud away
The stallion watches them go
To return the coming day

He considered moving the herd
He knows the colt will follow
He finds a soft dirt spot
And has himself a wallow

He rolls in the dirt
Hooves cutting air
Scratching his back and sides
As if without a care

He is still alert
As they settle for the night
The mares rest in safety
He prepares for the fight



THE BATTLE

The dawn finds the colt
Already on his way
The stud at his side
To face the fight this day

They wind through the brush
Dust marks their trail
The stud in single file
Following head to tail

They don’t stop to graze
Their thirst goes unquenched
The battle raging in their heads
The blue roan stud entrenched

The herd comes into sight
The blue roan stud awaits
The colt and stud descend
Quickening their gaits

As the two draw near
The blue roan’s challenge voiced
The battle immanent
Participants have no choice

The colt screams his challenge
For the roan to hear
The roan stomps in display
Hoping to cause fear

The colt is unimpressed
His pace is quickened more
His heart is full of hunger
He’s ready to his core

This is what he’s born for
He burns for position
With the coming fight
He will complete transition

The two come together
They now stand nose to nose
They smell each others breath
Tension between them grows

Bodies tense as muscles tighten
They spar for the fight
Both set to be victors
Neither set for flight

They both rear together
The colt ducks his head low
Lunging for the throat
He delivers his first blow

The roan stud spins in place
Dropping to the ground
Lifting on his haunches
His hooves land with a sound

They strike the colt’s chest
So hard they take his air
The colt retreats from the stud
Then looks upon the mares

The first strike scared him
Took him by surprise
But his desire still burns inside
He feels his temper rise

He returns to the roan
As they both rear and paw
He twists and turns his body
He lands a hoof to jaw

The roan drops and spins
As he did before
This time the colt’s ready
His hooves deliver more

The blue roan stud kicks out
The colt moves aside
He spins and lashes out
Marking the blue roan’s hide

Now they’re butt to butt
Both kicking hard
Each landing kicks
No matter how they guard

The colt’s excitement grows
It feeds his muscles strength
He pushes back the roan
A full body length

The roan turns and runs
Then turns to face the colt
He charges with teeth bared
Expecting him to bolt

The colt meets the charge
With one of his own
He reiterates his challenge
To the stud blue roan

The old stud stands and watches
The mares are watching too
As the young stud battles
The older stud of blue

The old stud taught him well
His tactics well rehearsed
The blue roan is off guard
The young stud is immersed

The blue roan squeals and lunges
Lowering his head down
He tries to bite the young stud’s leg
To bring him to the ground

A twisting blur of blue and dunn
The stallions bravely fight
The mares stand to the side
Awaiting their stallions plight

Unsure who will win
The mares will have no choice
Should the young stallion win
They will answer to his voice

The blue roan’s age is showing
His breath is coming short
He feels his strength is fading
He takes his last resort

He turns and flees the field
The young stud giving chase
He flees without a backward glance
He leaves the field in haste

The young stallion joins the herd
He prances through the mares
The old stud joins the young stallion
They are an inseparable pair

The blue roan stallion remains near
He will return when rested
Not willing to release his mares
To a stallion slightly tested

The young stallion rears
He kicks the air in pride
Finally a herd stallion
His friend is at his side

As the day fades
His mares all group to rest
The old stud joins the stallion
Watching the unwelcome guest

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THE BLUE ROAN RETURNS

For weeks the young stallion
Has stood a watchful guard
Along with the old stud
They eyed the blue roan hard

The blue roan stallion circled
Approached and backed away
Testing his opponents
And their resolve to stay

He came from different angles
Approached at different speeds
Even hid by the stream
Engulfed in all the reeds

The young stallion knew
Each time that he was near
And trumpeted a challenge
For all the world to hear

With stallion young and old
The mares looked out of reach
But he would not relent
He had his foals to teach

He had a different tact
One he thought would work
If he could just get close
Close enough to lurk

Then his chance came
A Puma prowled too near
Remembering his lesson
Remembering his fear

The young stallion chased the cat
Chased it out of site
And as he chased the puma
His herd was sent to flight

The blue roan stud descended
Started the mares in motion
The older stud saw to late
All of the commotion

The older stud chased the herd
He turned the mares around
The blue roan stallion left with some
He left without a sound

When the dust had settled
The blue roan missed his goals
Only four were missing
Along with yearling foals

The young stud returned
Dust hanging in the air
He circled the smaller herd
Nosing every mare

He learned another lesson
His priorities weren’t straight
He lost some of his mares
And therefore lost some mates

The old stud saved his herd
Faithful to his friend
They both stood vigilant watch
And waited for day’s end

LEARNING THE ROPES

The lead mare moved the herd
The stallion drove the slow
This is how they traveled
Wherever they chose to go

The lead mare knew the best feed
Knew where to find the stream
The stallion’s job was guarding
This herd had a team

The herd had yearling foals
And younger foals in tow
There were a few two year olds
Whose time had come to go

The fillies were allowed to stay
The colts where now too old
Singled out and chased away
No longer in the fold

Some of the colts followed
Some would disappear
The two studs chased them
Whenever they got near

Finally they were gone
Starting a new life
One filled with adventure
And often filled with strife

His mares were coming into heat
Mating time was here
The older stud subordinate
Stood watch from fairly near

He made no move to challenge
His time was in the past
The young stud with his vigor
Will pass on traits to last

As his mares came into heat
He mated every one
Passing on his virile seed
To daughter and to son

Fall was in the air
The grass was changing hue
Ice formed on the leaves
Taking place of dew

The wind took on a bite
The herd stayed close together
Sharing warmth in the rain
And other foul weather

The two studs stood together
The young one and the old
One with age’s wisdom
The other young and bold

They watched the mares all huddled
Their tails turned to the storm
They stood against the weather
Together to stay warm

As the darkness fell
The rain drops turned to black
Settling cold and wet
Upon the horses backs

All the horses rested
Taking turns to guard
Through the night it rained
Often very hard

WINTER!

Winter found the herd at rest
Beneath protective limb
She threw her snowy flurries
At her wisp and whim

She covered their furry backs
With snowflakes white and gleaming
Then let the sunlight play
Their backs were wet and steaming

Snow continued relentlessly
As each storm had its way
Turning the ground crystal white
The sky a darkish grey

The horses scratched the ground
For little bits of grasses
They searched the valley floor
And in the canyon passes

The winter drew in deeper
Gripping the valley tight
Painting hills and valleys
A deadly shade of white

Forage growing thinner
The horses turned to the trees
Stripping off the bark
Hungry in the freeze

The foals are having trouble
They cannot reach too high
The bark is sparse down low
But still they're getting by

The young stallion stands his watch
While his mares are feeding
He scratches the snow at his feet
For the food he’s needing

He uncovers a patch of grass
Still living beneath the snows
He knickers to the nearby foals
They need it more he knows

The foals pull grass greedily
As he uncovers more
He backs away so they can eat
The winds begin to roar

Their coats are thick and full
They keep the horses warm
The foals forage happily
Regardless of the storm

The stallion looks around him
Searching for his friend
The red flecked white old stud
With the snow he blends

The old white stud is missing
The stallion paws with worry
He calls out to his friend
His voice lost in the flurry

He searches by the herd
Needing to stay near
Predators are many
Hunger kills their fear

Finally he stops looking
The herd needs to move on
Slowly they depart
Away with them he’s drawn

Loyal to his friend
He doesn’t want to leave
He follows all his mares
He has no time to greave

They struggle through the winter
Keeping themselves alive
Eating bark and twigs
To help them to survive

The winter came on quick
It died away as fast
The winds released their chill
The worst of it was past

The snow began to melt
The new grass peeking through
Scores of tender blades
For the herd to chew

Winter’s meager rations
Memories in the past
Abundance filled the fields
With forage that would last

Among the newborn grass
At forest edge he lay
The red flecked white old stud
Had quietly passed away

The winter claimed his life
But couldn’t claim his heart
The beat of it goes on
In the offspring he’s a part

The stallion sniffs the body
He comprehends his loss
Gone was a great stallion
That was winter’s cost

The herd moves on in silence
Just the shuffling of their feet
Occasionally a snort
As the herd retreats

SPRING IS IN THE AIR

Winter's lost its grip
Spring is in control
The sun peeks over the hills
Finding the stallion on patrol

The mares already grazing
Making up for winter’s dearth
Nourishing their bodies
Preparing for the birth

Last year’s yearlings now are two
It’s time for colts to leave
The stallion knows they’ll try to stay
He’ll give them no reprieve

For the good of the herd
The colts must be chased away
They’ll find a life for themselves
Another place, another day

The fillies are not of his seed
With them he can mate
He will not chase them from the herd
With him lays their fate

The colts have gone together
They seemed to understand
No longer were they welcome
They formed their own small band

The spring is as abundant
As the winter harsh
Rain is very frequent
The valley like a marsh

The herd is on the move
And as they top a rise
There stands a group of horses
Much to their surprise

The stallion comes up front
To check potential danger
The horses back away
Afraid of the stranger

The horses all are fillies
They’re young and scared and lost
Clinging to each other
Together at all cost

They likely were lone fillies
Ejected from their life
But they found each other
To share and ease their strife

The stallion advanced slowly
His mares stayed well behind
The fillies shifted nervously
Watching for a sign

Hoping for acceptance
Ready to turn tail
The fillies watched the approach
Of the gallant male

He touched each of their noses
He gave each one a nudge
They lightly touched his nose
But they didn’t budge

Finally he is satisfied
He voices his command
With some well placed nips
He drives them to the band

The fillies now are his
To mate with and protect
The fillies have a herd
Who will not eject

The larger herd continues on
The fillies find their place
Respectful of the older mares
They happily meet the pace

The stallion takes his place behind
To encourage those in back
A well placed nip upon a hip
Tells them not to slack

[lindad]

This is an amazing saga. You're on a roll! I'm enjoying it.

[kigerfan]

I'm glad you like I've had some people tell me to make it into a little book and sell it on Amazon

[stormyranch]

You are sooo talented!!

[kigerfan]

HIS FIRST FOALS

Spring is budding on the trees
New grass green and tender
Life emerging everywhere
Of every shape and gender

Ladybugs land on plants
Like tiny moving jewels
Morning dew slides down leaves
Creating little pools

Grasshoppers jump and fly
Like grass released from soil
Squirrels rearrange their mounds
Over every rock they toil

Lizards sun on outcrop boulders
Pressed against their heat
Tree frogs cling to mossy trees
With sticky little feet

Eggs lay warm in guarded nests
With telltale sounds of hatching
Impatient parents peck the nests
And rearrange their thatching

Spring has brought bachelor studs
Looking to steal mares
It’s also brought metal birds
And well hid traps and snares

The stallion has fought battles
To protect his mares from theft
Escaping metal birds of prey
A skill the lead mare’s deft

The herd has earned its freedom
Through cleverness and courage
Foaling time is now at hand
Which nothing can discourage

The mares are round and sleek
Their udders dripping milk
Laying in the meadow
Green and soft as silk

Vulnerability marks the time
While the mares are down
The stallion stands vigilant
While they’re on the ground

As days fade into weeks
More foals slide to earth
Mares lay exhausted
From giving them their birth

The gallant stallion watches
As each new life arrives
Watches their first steps
Protective of their lives

As he carries his sire’s blood
His runs in their veins
This new crop of foals ensures
His bloodline still remains

[nrly]

love love love this saga, please keep them coming. and if you do do a book let me know I will want to buy one...thank you for sharing your talent..