Somebody has big plans for little Spring.
Mauled by a mountain lion, left to die alone on the range, Spring’s amazing story of survival is just beginning.
You were the kind of shimmering mirage fools cross deserts for.
Just In case you forgot or just didn’t see / What about that old spectre …
Before my Nanny (Gorgina) Borroff completely lost her ability to speak because of vascular dementia. She fought hard to get across her meaning. It has been heartbreaking trying to try to pick up on what she wanted to say with seemingly random words with desperation. somtimes it felt like if I looked hard enough her efforts felt profound. / strangely after a poetry workshop at her day centre everything she said from that point was then carried with a poetic rythm. similar to the rythm I fell into writing this. I hope I have passed on the meaning I found in her, all of my family and friends and the places I love. This is my first attempt at poetry so please bare with me. Just really had to get something off my chest. You may have noticed that it’s changed a little bit since it first went up but I think I’m done now. I dare you to google an Oil Beetle, it’s not for the faint hearted.
Snowfire a wild horse
poem
Only the Stallion still can see / The White Mare’s beauty / Beautiful vision of the past / Her spirit is all that lasts / This was her only c…
Wanda, Thank you. / Please check out my friend Wanda Lechene’s other awesome artwork and writings / on the RB /
Wild in spirit .. he loved to run over all the many hills / Many tried to ride him but there were many spills / Everyone wanted to c…
Thank you Gaypony for the wonderful artwork THE WHITE GHOST..my inspiration / Please check out my friend Gaypony’s other awesome artwork on the RB /
HorseBack in July, we informed News Alert readers of the crisis that was brewing around America’s wild horses. A division of the U…
The dust was kicking high from the yarding of the colt / As Lindsay strode around with strong lean frame / The lead line came so taut with …
To have written this poem, makes me proud. To charge any fee for its dissemination, would belittle those brave endeavours that gave this story life. I donate this poem to the public of the world. Unfettered usage is authorised. To get a depth of the hidden story in this poem, there is a need to read at least, “Namldji” another in my folio.
Poem dedicated to my father: John Brooker 1925-1984 / He bought me up working on a cattle property. / Influenced by Banjo Patterson. / Walla…
Poem dedicated to my father: John Brooker 1925-1984 / He bought me up working on a cattle property. / Influenced by Banjo Patterson without the metre and word stress. / Wallabadah Rock is the second largest rock in Australia & is owned by my step father’s family.
The sun was barely shining across the misty valley dawn / And the gums had yet to glisten from the dew / But the stallion knew the warning…
“Yes” I said (the way love’s ease laughs) / “I too love time and the way you found her”
This poem was inspired by the photograph titled the stable by RedBubble artist budrfli - – - / Please comment on this piece as well Butfli’s piece “the stable by visiting the page where the art that inpired this poem was found. Found inspiring of course.
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