PETER McCUE
(A Quarter Horse from the 1800’s)
Ain’t you never heard what Peter done?
Run the quarter-mile in twenty-one
And he run it backwards in twenty flat;
Why, stranger, where have you been at?
What else could he do,
This Peter McCue?
He could gallop the range with tireless legs,
He could build a fire and scramble the eggs;
Though he never learned to subtract or devide,
He was mighty good when he multiplied.
–Anonymous
Posted by Diana Wold.
The substitution of the internal combustion engine for the horse marked a very gloomy milestone in the progress of mankind.
Posted by Diana Wold.
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With flowing tail and flying mane,
Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain,
Mouth bloodless to bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar’d by spur or rod
A thousand horses-the wild-the free-
Like waves that follow o’er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on.
Posted by Jamie.
Beautiful Harridan – at last
unneeded mother turned out -
who would have guessed
she would be galloping toward her wisdom -
liberated at last to
tame – or no,
to claim,
the wild soul of the world,
riding bareback
with one layer of Levi blue separating her from
one thousand pounds of Azure mare,
one, at last, with her childhood dream;
or standing shoulder to shoulder
with this Appaloosa
her cheek and all that is in her longing to be free
pressed
lovingly,
at last
against
hair and sinew and muscle and this Life Force
who now leans around a beautiful head
just enough to enfold her
and hold her
in perfect union.
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