GIFT HORSE
they gave me a horse
young and wild
no trust
no kindnes
a shout in the night
she came like a whirlwind
fighting and screaming
told me to tame her
told me to win.
They gave me a horse
I, a child, in truth
so young,
so angry,
a wild wayward youth
They said dominate her
they said she was wild
they said control her
they said to make her mild
I listened at first
like all children do,
i listend
and copied
and attempted to woo
The greatest spirit
not meant to be tamed
to break a heart
not meant to be maimed.
we yelled and we fought
we beat and we ran
I won and I lost
but I took my stand.
I took and I took,
not knowing the way
and young as she was
there came a day.
we stood toe to toe
eye to eye,
her sides where heaving
not a bit of me dry
the dust was rolling
and the sun beat down
when suddenly it changed
the wind came 'round
the inferno in her eyes
went from a blaze to a flicker
she dropped her head
stepped into me
welcomed me with a whicker
she showed me the way
through fire and ice
she gave when she need not
she bowed down
and she sacraficed
But for the first time
as i stood victorious
the battle felt lost
the Win, laborious
She stood there cowed
and my heart broke
The error was clear
the burden was yoked
I fell to my knees
as the tears fell
I wept at my loss
sure she was gone
that trust I had sought
through the wrong channels
could never return
I was certain
I was broken
And then my sweet Mare
the bringer of truth
showed me the true gift
a horse gives to a youth
she nuzzled my hair
and bent her head close
she snuffled my tears
she breathed in my woe
and as i looked up
I saw something new
the gentle spirit
of a young,
hurting youth
she was just a baby
just like I
so lost and alone
adrift in the sky
she offered a friendship
a partner for life
and suddenly she wasn't alone
and neither was I.
They gave me a gift horse
a spirit so young
but that wasn't the real gift
It didn't come from
the ownership i had sought
the prize i thought i desired
no it was so different
I was inspired.
The true gift was love
confidence
and poise
the true gift was grace
under pressure
through the noise
the true gift was trust
when i thought it impossible
the true gift was strength
when I thought i would crumble.
The true gift was there
for any to see
but my gift Horse gave
her greatest gift to me.
-DJM 201505
~dedicated to Dina, my firey little gift.~
they gave me a horse
young and wild
no trust
no kindnes
a shout in the night
she came like a whirlwind
fighting and screaming
told me to tame her
told me to win.
They gave me a horse
I, a child, in truth
so young,
so angry,
a wild wayward youth
They said dominate her
they said she was wild
they said control her
they said to make her mild
I listened at first
like all children do,
i listend
and copied
and attempted to woo
The greatest spirit
not meant to be tamed
to break a heart
not meant to be maimed.
we yelled and we fought
we beat and we ran
I won and I lost
but I took my stand.
I took and I took,
not knowing the way
and young as she was
there came a day.
we stood toe to toe
eye to eye,
her sides where heaving
not a bit of me dry
the dust was rolling
and the sun beat down
when suddenly it changed
the wind came 'round
the inferno in her eyes
went from a blaze to a flicker
she dropped her head
stepped into me
welcomed me with a whicker
she showed me the way
through fire and ice
she gave when she need not
she bowed down
and she sacraficed
But for the first time
as i stood victorious
the battle felt lost
the Win, laborious
She stood there cowed
and my heart broke
The error was clear
the burden was yoked
I fell to my knees
as the tears fell
I wept at my loss
sure she was gone
that trust I had sought
through the wrong channels
could never return
I was certain
I was broken
And then my sweet Mare
the bringer of truth
showed me the true gift
a horse gives to a youth
she nuzzled my hair
and bent her head close
she snuffled my tears
she breathed in my woe
and as i looked up
I saw something new
the gentle spirit
of a young,
hurting youth
she was just a baby
just like I
so lost and alone
adrift in the sky
she offered a friendship
a partner for life
and suddenly she wasn't alone
and neither was I.
They gave me a gift horse
a spirit so young
but that wasn't the real gift
It didn't come from
the ownership i had sought
the prize i thought i desired
no it was so different
I was inspired.
The true gift was love
confidence
and poise
the true gift was grace
under pressure
through the noise
the true gift was trust
when i thought it impossible
the true gift was strength
when I thought i would crumble.
The true gift was there
for any to see
but my gift Horse gave
her greatest gift to me.
-DJM 201505
~dedicated to Dina, my firey little gift.~