To be a Steed.
On the pampas of Argentine I rode when surprised
by a blizzard, to survive I killed my horse split its
stomach open and crept inside, this saved my life
But when the blizzard stopped and I got out of my
shelter I looked for my rider and galloped home to
the ranch and ran around in the coral with the other
Horses that seemed surprised to see me.
Eventually I was lassoed and brought into a room
where I group of concerned friends tried to persuade
me that I was not a horse but just like them. Yes, in
a way they were right, I had noticed that they other
ran on four legs, I accepted my shortcomings and
stopped eating steppe grass; but I sold my ranch and
became a long distance runner.
you made a good choice: figure of speech. life is short. its what you make of it that counts.. I love reading these poems, it gets better and better all the time. I just have to read between the lines sometime.
nice twist
Dear Oscar,
I really like this poem.
Would you be interested in joining Myspace? There is quite a circle of poets there .
It would be great if you could expose your work to a wider circle as it is very good.
You can find me on Myspace by entering my email in the Find friends Box… annonaeo@gmail.com
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