Post by Char! on Apr 11, 2009 17:21:33 GMT -5
The secrets I confine,
In my best friend,
Run big and small,
But I know he listens.
His human qualities,
Are definitely lacking,
But I know he listens.
He listens,
To me.
Why does this love,
have to leave?
After 17 weeks of nonstop work,
I know it shows.
He might be stubborn,
But I know he tries.
As the jumps get higher,
His knees might buckle,
His eyes might grow wide,
but I know he tries.
He tries,
for me.
Why does this love,
have to leave?
When I approach him,
His expression changes.
His muscles loosen,
and his eyes grow soft.
He knows me.
Why does this love,
have to leave?
Not even my friends,
Not even my family,
Are as trustworthy,
As my best friend.
Why does this love,
have to leave?
No words can describe,
The emotions I'm feeling.
Our hearts will be,
Forever intertwined.
Why does this love,
have to leave?
I'll never forget,
The best friend,
That my equine friend,
made to me.
Oh why does this love,
have to leave?
Keno ¢¾
______________________________
DETAILS:
As promised, here are the details. So I ride horses at this farm and I don't own a horse, but one of the school horses is basically mine. Last night, my instructor told me he leaves in a week. I cried and cried and I'm still going to cry. But Keno (the horse) was seriously my best friend. If I have a bad day, I'll talk to him. Yes, I talk to horses. This poem is about the love I share with this magnificent animal and how it shouldn't have to leave. Please post if you think this is any good...
Thanks for taking the time to read this!
xoxo,
Jumper
In my best friend,
Run big and small,
But I know he listens.
His human qualities,
Are definitely lacking,
But I know he listens.
He listens,
To me.
Why does this love,
have to leave?
After 17 weeks of nonstop work,
I know it shows.
He might be stubborn,
But I know he tries.
As the jumps get higher,
His knees might buckle,
His eyes might grow wide,
but I know he tries.
He tries,
for me.
Why does this love,
have to leave?
When I approach him,
His expression changes.
His muscles loosen,
and his eyes grow soft.
He knows me.
Why does this love,
have to leave?
Not even my friends,
Not even my family,
Are as trustworthy,
As my best friend.
Why does this love,
have to leave?
No words can describe,
The emotions I'm feeling.
Our hearts will be,
Forever intertwined.
Why does this love,
have to leave?
I'll never forget,
The best friend,
That my equine friend,
made to me.
Oh why does this love,
have to leave?
Keno ¢¾
______________________________
DETAILS:
As promised, here are the details. So I ride horses at this farm and I don't own a horse, but one of the school horses is basically mine. Last night, my instructor told me he leaves in a week. I cried and cried and I'm still going to cry. But Keno (the horse) was seriously my best friend. If I have a bad day, I'll talk to him. Yes, I talk to horses. This poem is about the love I share with this magnificent animal and how it shouldn't have to leave. Please post if you think this is any good...
Thanks for taking the time to read this!
xoxo,
Jumper