New England Pony/Southern Horse: A Barn Conversation

“Where is the cold?

And where is the fluffy, powdery snow?

I’m only a pony,

So maybe I don’t know,

But it seems to me,

It’s been warm and sunny,

For long enough,

That something is funny”.

 

“Just what in the hell is snow?

I mean,

Not to sound like an ass,

But all I’ve ever seen,

Is this here green grass,

I’m only a horse,

And I’d not accuse you of lying,

Of course,

But snow is something,

That does not sound believable,

And so I just don’t know”.

 

“It falls silently,

Not making a sound,

And covers the ground,

For miles and miles around,

When a lot comes at once,

It’s at times up to my chest,

The whole field is slippery,

If I’m lucky and get out of my stall,

I must hope not to fall,

And that’s at best,

As I may not get out that day at all,

I may be stuck inside,

Bored all day,

Staring at the wall”.

 

“Are you telling me that There,

White powder falls in place of rain?

And instead of making bothersome noises,

Like splashing on the ground,

Or pounding on the roof,

The only sounds are silence,

And this fluffy, powdery substance,

Is cold and there to stay”?

 

“Absolutely,

Though it’s not around forever,

Just when I get to thinking,

That it is leaving never,

Warmer days begin,

Then for awhile there is rain and mud,

But after a few weeks of that crud,

The weather’s just like Here,

There’s hot and humid air,

And green grass that beats yours,

Is again everywhere”.

 

“I’m having trouble,

Conjuring in my mind a picture,

Of such a weather mixture,

Excuse me if I snicker,

It’s not that I don’t take your word,

But this sounds absurd,

And in truth it leaves me puzzled”.

 

“It’s really no big deal,

I merely wondered where it was,

I love that there’s no snow,

I just didn’t know,

This year-round summertime,

Could truly be for real”.

 

“Even though,

We’ve gone our separate ways,

I vividly remember,

Our conversation that day,

Now I’m living in a place,

That gets cold like She described,

And what do you know,

There really is a thing called snow,

The first time I experienced it,

It caught me by surprise,

I could not believe my eyes,

That pony had not lied”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anything’s Possible

“I don’t know what to say,

I’m unsure where to start,

I’ve been called on to depart,

And with me I have taken,

Half of my mommy’s heart”.

~Lady~

 

Christened as Lady,

Known by pet names like Horsie-Ponie and Lady Lou,

And if I’m being rude,

I’m known as That Bitch, too.

 

Wherever this is I have landed,

I’ve heard there is a Wishing Well,

And if a penny it is handed,

It will send you back from whence you came,

Amidst the ringing of sweet bells.

 

Although I find it restful here,

With sunny weather,

And abundant grass so green,

I’m hoping to get back,

Before it’s been,

Too many years passed,

‘Cuz I feel me leaving mommy,

Was more than kind of mean,

And I can’t let the rest of our lives blow past,

Without again me her eyes having seen.

 

Yesterday I met a Fairy named Geri,

So special was she,

For she told me about the Wishing Well,

Then clued me in,

On how it could transport me,

Back to my mommy.

 

Now around my neck,

Hangs a penny,

In a unique pink drawstring sack,

So guided by instinct,

I puff up my chest,

And point my hooves West.

 

Miss Geri has told me,

The journey is not long,

In one week’s time,

I’ll be back where I belong.

 

When I see the Well,

In a twinkling,

She will reappear,

And her dust she will sprinkle,

On that penny I’ve ’round my neck,

Releasing it into,

The Mouth of the Well.

 

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It’s been a fine journey thus far,

I’ve had luscious grass galore,

My water was drunk from the purest springs,

The taste was really something,

Definitely fit for a king,

And each night as I settled down,

Some grain was brought to me,

As good as any I’ve ever known.

 

Today will be the day,

I just had that sentiment,

This morning when I woke,

And now I am in my element,

Trotting fast,

This is no joke,

I’m excited,

And hoping mommy meets me,

Without resentment.

 

I stopped on top of a small hill,

Looking down at a shallow valley,

There it is,

Next to those two trees,

One palm and one white birch,

Despite being such an unlikely duo,

They were lovely,

And for just a moment my thoughts strayed,

As I thought,

‘You know,

Maybe together like that,

They should always grow’.

 

Spraying forth like a geyser,

Rainbow colored pastel waters,

Were pushed up,

And then rained down,

Emitting a most soothing sound,

‘O what a pretty Well!’,

Thought I,

As those waters,

Rose and fell.

 

So at a slow four-beat gait,

I went down to the Well,

Ears pricked with excitement,

I was so ready to seal my fate.

 

As I walked up to the Well,

Simultaneously came Geri,

Flashing a winsome grin,

She began to spin,

Shooting Fairy Dust,

Causing the sack’s string to bust.

 

There was a big splash,

As the Well accepted my cash,

Then Geri blew a kiss,

And I was on my way,

Past the abyss,

That had been separating me,

From Earth and the mommy I’ve missed.

 

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I got back,

At the breaking of the dawn,

Geri the Fairy had set me down,

Quiet as a mouse,

Right at mommy’s house.

 

Since I’m now Undead,

Through the door I floated,

And stood next to the coffee pot,

Since I knew that’s where mommy would head,

When she finally roused herself from her bed.

 

Now here she is,

Walking toward me,

Not sure if she should believe,

What her eyes seem to see,

She stops in her tracks,

Giving herself time,

To take in the facts.

 

After what was seemingly forever,

But in reality may have been,

Just maybe to the count of ten,

She was on her way to me again.

 

Hugs and kisses were exchanged,

And when I answered her back,

In her own tongue,

Her face showed some shock,

But then we both agreed,

This new arrangement for my life does rock,

And will be lots of fun.

 

Now that we are both contented,

Many merry times get had,

Daily I give thanks,

That coming back was attainable,

For mommy is no longer sad,

And with my new voice,

Our bond has grown to something,

Utterly unexplainable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trail Ride

It’s a sunny day,

And I can think of no better way,

To pass the time,

Than on the back,

Of this perfect Angel of mine.

 

Though she’s unpredictable,

A day with her could never actually be miserable,

Today she could be totally reliable,

And do anything I ask,

Or go completely wild,

And balk at the most simple task.

 

No one else is invited,

It’s most peaceful like that,

We’re free to amble down the twisted tree-lined paths,

Our faces feeling the wind’s drafts,

All of the anxiety,

That day-to-day struggles can build,

When we’re out here,

It gets killed.

 

Hours pass like minutes out here,

We’ve brought music along,

To give us some cheer,

And save for us,

This place is bare.

 

These horrid times when we’re apart,

I remember days like this,

They live in my mind,

And in my heart.

 

Stuck in different dimensions,

Each other we miss,

But we’ll be together again,

In Heavenly bliss.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lady Lou, Where Are You?

Is she gone?

Has she moved on?

Is she up there,

Living as an Angel,

Basking for eternity,

In Heaven’s untainted air?

 

Perchance she is here,

Surviving as a Ghost,

Among the Living Dead,

Here to watch over me,

If I get in over my head.

 

Can an Angel do both?

Could she be up There,

Then just like that switch planes,

And come down here?

 

Or does that mean she’s Undead,

To talk to me as she does,

Through dreams at night,

When I’m asleep in bed?

 

Outside it was stormy,

Irma was on her way,

She was supposed to wreak havoc,

The very next day.

 

Unable to pick up a phone,

She came to me on her own,

To give me some assurance,

During this dreaded natural occurrence.

 

So somehow there I was,

Walking through a barn,

It was an unknown time,

And an unknown place,

But she turned to me,

And without a doubt,

That was her perfect face.

 

The surroundings were just white,

Not dull at all,

It was remarkably bright,

Sort of like Heaven is depicted,

On a television show,

And the left side had standing stalls,

All lined up in a row.

 

I cannot recall,

Entering that barn,

I just remember suddenly appearing,

In a place surrounded by pure white,

Then I took one step ahead,

And tried to figure out,

Just where was I,

And why was I here,

In the middle of this night?

 

At first my mind was blank,

Then swiftly came one random thought,

For some reason unknown to me,

I was supposed to pick out a pony.

 

So I pointed to a chestnut butt,

And was just about to say something,

What and to whom I do not know,

When in the neighboring stall,

A bright yellow-orange light,

Started to glow.

 

Even in my sleepy state I felt the shock,

When that glow said in Her deep voice,

“I’m still here, you know”,

And upon a glance I saw,

Her form outlined within that glow.

 

Then on that dream someone hit the brake,

And from that place,

I jolted awake,

Was it a dream,

Or was  it like it seemed,

Is she in Heaven,

And was I with her There?

 

Be she Angel or Ghost,

It seems she saved me,

For the first thing I heard,

When I jolted awake,

Was ‘The storm has moved eastward,

You’re out of harms way’.

 

And that little horse-pony,

She’s not changed a bit,

I see she’s still jealous,

And prone to throw fits.

 

‘Cuz I did not miss her angry glare,

Or the disapproving tone to her voice,

When she told me she’s still here,

As if I was cheating on her,

With that chestnut There.

 

Whether an Angel waiting in Heaven,

Or a Ghost here invisible but beside me,

Though she’s far away,

It’s clear she’s not gone anywhere,

Now I’m left to wait and wonder,

When that crazy mare,

Will contact me again.