I was left to ponder

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    I was left to ponder

    Often did I feed carrots to the horses
    While in paddocks next to courses

    Wary of receiving a nasty bite
    With my fingers I was always light

    Horses are not terribly smart
    At nothing they spook and start

    Far be it for them to quantify and see
    The difference between carrots and me

    I always stood behind the electric wire
    The danger of iron clad hooves most dire

    And when they had ate all that I had
    They stood there looking oh so sad

    Wuffling and bucking their massive heads
    Trampling the muck with their iron treads

    As if to say they demanded more of me
    That I had come up lacking a carrot or three

    Then at last they turned away
    And trotted off with ample sway

    Disdaining further interaction
    With the human faction

    I was left to ponder all alone
    Rain, sun and crops grown

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    Morris commented on I was left to ponder

    06-17-2009

    I like it it is fun to read and leave the mind with a little smirk to think of the horses maybe laughing a us--M

    ginga commented on I was left to ponder

    06-17-2009

    Great couplets, good tension, and the mystery of horses is stated well. The last 4 lines are splendid. ginga

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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