Here I am again raising the blog from the dead for NaPoWriMo...a poem a day for the month of April.The horse shit part of this blog may apply more often than not (if it's posted here, it's as green as it gets), but what the heck. Let 'er buck.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

29 Rock-Shy Horses

My father told me of rocks
that swallowed horses whole
in the time when rocks
could breathe.

And many horses remember still
their ancestors turned to stone.
They spook with the inheritance of fear—
an ancient  trepidation.

While, another wisdom says:
 horses spooked
on sight of frozen rock,
were already overwhelmed.


taypee said...

Hi, I posted this poem on the Best American Poetry blog because I love it! I hope that's OK. If not, email me.

Jennifer L. Knox

Literary Cowgirl said...

I am very honored. Thank you!!!