PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

(for the friends I left behind)



Once when I was 8 years old,

way too bright, and very bold,

I played upon a neighbor's farm,

they didn't mind, as I did no harm.

And every now and then, thye'd let

me chose a baby animal to pet.

And in my childish reverie,

they'd found a certain comfort for he

and his wife, had no child,

And along I'd come, just running wild

and being free (as 8 year olds are meant to be).

One day the farmer came to me

and said there's something I'd like you to see

He walked me over to the barn where his

wife stood smiling with folded arms.

With A kiss for him and a hug for me,

she pointed to stall number three.

When I looked inside I did behold

a newly born mustang foal.

It lay upon the floor so young,

it's life so new had just begun.

And then before my very eyes,

and much to my youthful surprise,

the little colt, just born, he tried

to stand upon his spindly legs

Encouraged by his mother's head.

Again he tried but soon he fell,

so many times it's too long to tell.

But up again he stood until

he stood erect as if by will.

But his endeavors did not end

for this time he took one step, and then

another came and very soon

he was walking round the wooden room.  

And though his mother, weak from birth,

lay upon the hay and Earth,

when she could she nudged him on

for in this she knew that he'd grow strong.

And grow is surely what he did

as strong as the base of the pyramids.

And ride him, many times for sure

a hundred times (or maybe more).

And my grandma, and farmers, nudged me along,

so now, I too, am big and strong.

No longer on my spindly legs

no firelies in jars or whirlypegs.

I relay this simple tale to you,

for you have a place in my story too.

You have helped me, in your way, to stand

and be the friend, inside the man.

And when I am feeling in the dregs,

and standing back on spindly legs,

I think of you (Pat, Labaron, & Nancy too),

and feel you gently nudging me,

towards my waiting destiny.

Reminding me, that yet again,

the greatest gifts come from our friends.