And yet another nature poem from several years ago. I do love nature.
Who Am I?:
Dark is the night,
Bright is the day,
Rolling are the hills,
Rocky are the mountains,
Swift is the wind,
Gentle is the breeze,
Dark and bright,
Rolling and rocky,
Swift and gentle,
I sweep by,
I hover you,
I fly by you,
I am of this world—and not of it,
I show it to you with the light,
And I protect you.
Another nature poem from several years ago.
Magics of the Skies:
Thunder booms,
Lightning lights the sky,
The clouds darken terribly,
Oh my, oh my!
One of my nature poems written several years ago.
Nature:
The winds of time blow through the land,
The water of ages past rushes along its many rivers and streams,
The oceans and seas rise and fall—they cast their occupants about,
The sun beats down,
The moon glows bright white,
Nature’s people rush here and there for a storm comes on,
And so Mother Destiny intervenes and saves us all.
This poem written a few years after I’d met him, is for my favorite horse, My Boy, Snip. I think it’s my favorite poem of all the ones I’ve written. He may be ornery and stubborn and have a huge attitude problem even at 22 years old, but he still knows who’s the alpha in our relationship. He knows who his momma is….me. I had to teach my boy some manners before he became the perfect little gentleman he is today. I love him so much. He is my rock.
Snip:
Short and stocky,
Barrel-chested and shaggy shaggy shaggy,
Black and white four-legged beast,
Adorned with a white crescent moon on my forehead,
Marked by a white snip on my nose,
Strong and sturdy—sure-footed I am for sure,
Coal black eyes filled with a curiosity and friendliness—I am trouble definitely,
I am playful and full of fun,
I am stubborn and ornery—and am to be reckoned with,
I prick my ears at her footsteps,
My eyes sparkle and come alive with happiness at her appearance,
I paw the ground with my hoof in eagerness to get out and see her—ride with her,
I am a puppy dog—I follow her around happily,
I am an elephant—I have a long memory,
I am a teddy bear—I am cute and cuddly and huggable,
I am a donkey—stubborn and ornery to boot,
I am a monkey—curiosity and playfulness—I love to cause mischief,
I am a horse—galloping with her on my back—we are free together!
I am Snip.
Another playful poem from several years ago.
Playing in the Snow:
I gallop through the snow,
I kick up my back heels in glee,
The sun shines down brightly,
I play in a wonderland of snow and ice,
The cold refreshes me—brings out my inner child,
I rear—I shake my head—tossing my mane from side to side,
My eyes shine with excitement—alive with a hunger for playful romping in the snow,
My hooves thud to the ground,
They send up a shower of snow,
I frolic,
I romp,
I run,
I play in the snow,
Who am I?
I am a horse—who loves to play in the snow!
I’m a fanatic about horses as I get older. And so here’s a horse poem from several years ago.
Shadow:
Shadow in the night,
Shadow in the day,
Following you everywhere,
Always staying behind you,
So you will not see the horse that keeps following you,
Night and day.
I was feeling particularly playful in my poetry when I wrote this several years ago.
Dolphins at Play:
Dolphins play in the wide open sea,
Splish splash—there they go,
Joy at playing together shows in their beautiful black eyes,
They leap in the air—land with a splish splash in the clear blue water,
Leap, leap, leap,
Dive, dive, dive,
Ha ha! Ho ho!
This is what me and my fellows do in the sunny day!
Splish and splash—dolphins we are—splish and splash,
We are dolphins at play!
Hay hay!
From several years ago, before I took care of Buddy or Birdie. (For the story on them, look in my photos and you’ll find their stories). I do wish I could get a pet bird someday….though not one of those singing birds. Something similar to a sparrow or a grackal.
Birds of Song:
Sky, clear and blue,
Mountains, fierce and proud—covered with snow,
Birds of song, sing, sing along!
Fly, fly away—to your home in the mountains—fierce and proud.
Yet again, from several years ago. At the time this was written, I think I was reading one of my many fantasy books, and I think I got the inspiration for this poem from that fantasy book. Unfortunately I don’t remember what the book was called.
Gold Star Shard:
Star,
Shard,
Star shard,
Gold star shard,
Sword flashes in light with gold star shard.
Another poem from several years ago when my creativity in poetry was very evident.
Gotta:
Gotta go,
Gotta jet,
Gotta blaze,
Gotta run,
Gotta blaze the fire,
Gotta make me see,
Gotta set me free to be me!
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