This pony lives down the road and is quite a character. He reminds me a lot of the pony I had when I was a child. My pony was all brown, but quite friendly and curious, just like this little guy. I wrote a poem this past December about Velvet and thought I would re-post it. This photo is also for "Black & White Wednesday".
Softness of heart, Velvet, her name;
Shaggy coat and gentle gaze.
Her short legs worked overtime;
in front of the pack, the lead she always maintained.
One blue eye, one brown, always cautious.
Watchful babysitter on many a rambunctious day.
Summer mornings, warm and promising, off we went;
field eagerly crossed, sister and I securely upon her back.
Traversing up and down the quarry
through tall cornfield and railroad tracks.
Wading along river bank and forest trail;
aware of the way home, she always led us back.
Until the day our feet nearly dragged upon the ground.
We knew our journeys had come to an end.
With joy I must admit we welcomed a bigger horse,
one eager to explore and take us away, fast.
But behind the fence we heard her whinny,
her indignant cry of being, finally, left behind.
Never again did she join the pack, no leader she.
Resigned to wait until we returned, greeting us eagerly.
She cared for us when we were small and watched us
outgrow her. We brushed and petted and walked her by lead.
The big horse moved on when we finally grew up,
but she was family, beloved and cherished, she remained.
By Margaret Bednar, Art Happens, 12-21-10
I have to say, the punctuation of poetry is a nightmare for me! I think I have changed it a hundred times... and I'm sure it is still wrong... a (,) or (:) or (.) I think I will just use NO punctuation like many poems I see ;)