The most wonderful thing about horses
A true story written by Debby
In dedication of his memory
Introduced to horses at five,
My senses started to come alive.
Every week they’d learned to trot,
Canter, gallop and fall a lot.
But Rufus, my chestnut horse and I,
Would pass the gate and then we’d fly.
Over the hill and though the meadow,
He’d carry me high, the majestic fellow.
Then one day while at my school,
My mother did a deed so cruel.
Without a word Rufus was sold.
How could her heart be so cold?
I didn’t know how I would miss,
That wonder’s sweet and breathy kiss.
My Rufus’ most beautiful thing,
Is the memory he’ll always bring..
Larne’s Life
This is the way she was,Loch Larne,
Prolifically teemed with fish and vegetation,
The air about her abundantly sweet.
Bushes and willows animated her wonder,
For friendly fishermen to laze around her.
The skies and trees were full.
No one comes to see her anymore,
The way she is now.
Larne lies suffering,
Abandoned,
Raped by filth.
Her wound’s
Incurable,
Squalid,
Smelling.
Willows weep.
Skies and trees lie barren.
A hush of Death
Fills the air.
Just Seven
