Saddle Up Your Horses
As I gather al my resources, I stand unsettled buckling, snapping, and throwing all my precious goods (necessities) upon a friend, my horse named Destiny.
------- Author's Notes -------
this poem was written just shortly after my father passed from a heart attack the words flooded my mind all at once I wasn't thinking about writing I could hardly write the words fast enough.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, March 10 2007, 05:04 am|
Hi Earl, this was a great soak!!! i found solace in your words .. please accept my sincere words of condolence.. i'm sorry for your loss, at times in one's life ,for those left behind..death involves extreme makeovers ,we become unattainable for all the wrong reasons, until we find that peace and satisfaction ,reason for the hallmark of our existence...thanx for the heads up on this, i look forward to readin' more.
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