tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585684848652687582011-05-25T06:17:25.262-07:00Sarah Pegasushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09170228103921207976noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158568484865268758.post-61560841863702692392011-05-25T06:14:00.000-07:002011-05-25T06:14:40.841-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">hIgH hOrSeS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am riding high as a wild woman</div><div style="text-align: center;">a nine year old scientist explorer galloping</div><div style="text-align: center;">on my palomino, Shetland, Apache pony.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am a lone ranger</div><div style="text-align: center;">test tube in hand, eagle eyeing arrow heads</div><div style="text-align: center;">on the floor of the fossil banks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pegasus bolts to a near by stallion</div><div style="text-align: center;">I cannon through the air</div><div style="text-align: center;">tasting the stoney earth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She returns high above me this time</div><div style="text-align: center;">her blue glass eyes stare through her</div><div style="text-align: center;">belligerant blond mane.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her terracotta belly waves the upside down saddle</div><div style="text-align: center;">defying her precocious brat</div><div style="text-align: center;">that left her an ocean away.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I design shelves to hold every kind of model horse.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My prizes stand pine box framed,</div><div style="text-align: center;">high above my girl's bed, a cavalry of wise heads.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The straw, the ceramic, the wooden, the plastic, the metal, the cloth</div><div style="text-align: center;">from countries passed through &amp; wished for.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A stampede of all my outward dreams,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am Boadica holding horse power in the palm of my hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I look out at my window beyond</div><div style="text-align: center;">a corridor of doors</div><div style="text-align: center;">to white horses in the clouds</div><div style="text-align: center;">racing towards me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am an unwilling Trojan horse</div><div style="text-align: center;">trapped in an alien territory.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am sea horse riding the waves</div><div style="text-align: center;">against the tide.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I flich &amp; kick good as any mare</div><div style="text-align: center;">I rear &amp; tear at the constrains of Man.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am stamping the corridor</div><div style="text-align: center;">bucking the crowd</div><div style="text-align: center;">looking for other wide open, spirited eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">heading for the hills</div><div style="text-align: center;">storming for freedom.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/158568484865268758-6156084186370269239?l=englishalien.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sarah Pegasushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09170228103921207976noreply@blogger.com0