Cowboys & Indians Poem of the Week
AN: This is the poem of the week from the magazine, from the weekly email sent today. I subscribe to the magazine, and recommend it highly.
When I read this, I thought of Jack, watching hope slip away, never enough time. Then I thought of Ennis, and his unacknowledged love for Jack, and his love for his horses. To see the picture that accompanies this poem, click here: http://www.cowboysindians.com/Blog/March-2013/Poem-Of-The-Week-March-20-2013/?utm_content=jwcjd%40tfb.com&utm_source=VerticalResponse&utm_medium=Email&utm_term=Read%20it%20here&utm_campaign=Action%20Photos%2C%20Fashion%20Picks%2C%20Weekly%20Poemcontent
Poem Of The Week: March 20, 2013
Submitted by Peggy Gilman
“On a trip to California last year, I had time to kill at the airport. Went to a little shop and purchased one of your magazines. Sat and read it cover to cover and when I got home purchased a subscription. I look forward to it arriving in the mail and lose my self in the articles. Especially the ones [about] places I have not been.
"One of my favorites is the poems people send in. Started thinking about dabbling in that as well. Don’t know if I am any good at it but love to read poetry, that’s for sure. So, sending you one I have been working on and would like your opinion. I have attached a photo of my beloved mustang that the poem is about.
"My main mountain pony, Rowdy, is one of four BLM mustangs I have purchased and trained. Being the first, he’s the one I have bonded with the most. I trust him with every careful step he takes in the high country. He is an amazing companion and alerts me with his body language of danger or any kind of movement ahead that I cannot see. He never forgets where he has been and I have learned to trust his instincts as they are far superior to mine on the trail. As he ages (now 16 years) I contemplate the sadness I will have ahead, at his loss. I have never owned a horse that I have had this deep of a connection with.”
- Peggy Gilman, Graham, Washington
Precious Time:
Tic, tic, tic,
The sound of time gets louder.
Age makes you aware of limited time,
With everyone you love,
Everything you love.
Fingers sink deep into his hair.
The softness engulfs you,
Breath warm on your skin,
Would melt the hardest hearts.
Longing for more time, under starry night’s.
Light from campfire,
Dancing in his eyes,
Brings smile to my face.
The outdoors is our solitude.
We are blended as one, you and me.
The light pounding of hoofs,
On a worn trail, nothing better.
The time is nearing to say goodbye,
Freedom awaits his aching joints.
Wanting that for him,
But wanting more for me, I am selfish!
Good night old friend,
Running free, once more.
Wild Mustang, ancestors of you,
Your time to reunite.
Tic, tic, tic,
Time:
When I read this, I thought of Jack, watching hope slip away, never enough time. Then I thought of Ennis, and his unacknowledged love for Jack, and his love for his horses. To see the picture that accompanies this poem, click here: http://www.cowboysindians.com/Blog/March-2013/Poem-Of-The-Week-March-20-2013/?utm_content=jwcjd%40tfb.com&utm_source=VerticalResponse&utm_medium=Email&utm_term=Read%20it%20here&utm_campaign=Action%20Photos%2C%20Fashion%20Picks%2C%20Weekly%20Poemcontent
Poem Of The Week: March 20, 2013
Submitted by Peggy Gilman
“On a trip to California last year, I had time to kill at the airport. Went to a little shop and purchased one of your magazines. Sat and read it cover to cover and when I got home purchased a subscription. I look forward to it arriving in the mail and lose my self in the articles. Especially the ones [about] places I have not been.
"One of my favorites is the poems people send in. Started thinking about dabbling in that as well. Don’t know if I am any good at it but love to read poetry, that’s for sure. So, sending you one I have been working on and would like your opinion. I have attached a photo of my beloved mustang that the poem is about.
"My main mountain pony, Rowdy, is one of four BLM mustangs I have purchased and trained. Being the first, he’s the one I have bonded with the most. I trust him with every careful step he takes in the high country. He is an amazing companion and alerts me with his body language of danger or any kind of movement ahead that I cannot see. He never forgets where he has been and I have learned to trust his instincts as they are far superior to mine on the trail. As he ages (now 16 years) I contemplate the sadness I will have ahead, at his loss. I have never owned a horse that I have had this deep of a connection with.”
- Peggy Gilman, Graham, Washington
Precious Time:
Tic, tic, tic,
The sound of time gets louder.
Age makes you aware of limited time,
With everyone you love,
Everything you love.
Fingers sink deep into his hair.
The softness engulfs you,
Breath warm on your skin,
Would melt the hardest hearts.
Longing for more time, under starry night’s.
Light from campfire,
Dancing in his eyes,
Brings smile to my face.
The outdoors is our solitude.
We are blended as one, you and me.
The light pounding of hoofs,
On a worn trail, nothing better.
The time is nearing to say goodbye,
Freedom awaits his aching joints.
Wanting that for him,
But wanting more for me, I am selfish!
Good night old friend,
Running free, once more.
Wild Mustang, ancestors of you,
Your time to reunite.
Tic, tic, tic,
Time: