I will graze down in the valley
Soft serene your grass is green
With envy and with longing
Green within - experience
This mountain grass is soft and smooth
And cool it sates my soul
For my hooves have pounded endless miles
A runaway who never leaves
The rustle that I hear out there
Under these stars within that grass
Is my tormentor my protector
Holding reins I long to don
She emerges from my feeding ground
And wraps her legs around my back
And whispers in my ear
And rubs her toes up and down my flanks
But she does not throw the lasso
Doesn't force the bit between my teeth
The only gear she wears are the spurs upon her feet
Which excite but do not hold
She forgets to throw the reins
Because she's rubbing with the spurs
And we're running through the valley
I am fast and I am strong
I strive for the plateau
But my load is far too light
Somewhere she has slipped away
And slid into the night
And my spine is not doubled anymore
I will pound more endless miles
For I know she has the reins
Her spurs have left new scars
They make me stammer parch and reel
I will pound more endless miles
I will run and drink and bleed
But I shall have a hunger hunger hunger
For I am not allowed to feed
Upon your soft smooth mountain grass
So cool so sweet so green
Friday, March 27, 2009
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