"The Writings Of Mongsee"
by Marcia Wickes

 
 
Ride My Pony West

Don't look for me when winds blow warm
Or when the sun burns red;
That's when I'll ride my pony west,
I'll give that boy his head.

Don't listen for my voice when stars
Paint daisies in the sky
Or when bluebonnets smile due east,
As wintery demons die.

Don't think to see my loose-hipped stride
At any eastern door,
Or hope to see my hair flame like
The wanting at my core.

Don't hope to see my smile come spring,
I'll saddle and be gone!
That's when I'll ride my pony west,
Come spring's first gentle dawn.

My pony stamps and looks beyond
The barn door to the wild;
He turns to me and whickers low,
He seems a restless child.

Don't look for me when ice and snow
Flow dancing to the sea
That's when I'll ride my pony west;
That's when we'll both run free.

~©Marcia Wickes


 
 
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