Monday, 25 August 2014
NEVER STOP DREAMING
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
He dreamt of growing big and tall
and travelling from town to town
and riding on a bucking horse
with cheering shouting crowds around.
He dreamt of silver buckles bright
with shiny spurs and fancy shirts,
old showgrounds where the dirt was red
and hard packed. Wondered - Did it hurt
when one was thrown onto the ground
from off a bull or bucking horse?
He thought it would but he was tough -
a little pain par for the course.
He rode his pony made of wood
around the paddock all day long
His Dad had promised him a pony,
soon as he was big and strong
which should be soon ‘cause he was four
and he had grown an inch this year
he'd also ridden Grandpa’s horse
and never felt a bit of fear.
He knew the horse he wanted,
a sweet little mare coloured steel gray
with three white socks and soft dark eyes
who he had fed sweet lucerne hay.
Her name was Silver Sovereign -
he’d told his Dad she was the one
and Dad had just said ‘ wait and see,
after the Rodeo my son.’