The brown tipped grass peeked through the snow -
With stems quite cold and forlorn.
The north gale came and so winds did blow
and nodded their heads in form.
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A brilliantly humorous piece. Thank you, I enjoyed this immensely. :)
Nice communucation with the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.
Absolutely love it! If it is insane to talk to a horse, I should have been in a curly jacket long ago. I talked all the time, to my late, precious, highly intelligent and attentive horse, Flicka, when he was alive, and still do every day now, though he has been in Heaven for 13 years,5 months 18 days. Nellie, I see is also highly intelligent and has a delightful sense of humour! Perhaps she is who gave you yours?
So the horse was questioning the destination of the journey..and I do get it, and I have been known to be 'slow' on the uptake, but I really got a kick out of this (not as in a horse kick..but only metaphorically of course) . Happy new favorite poem. ;)
Ha ha, very good John. Enjoyed reading this little tale very much.
Brown tipped grass peeked through the snow made this poem entirely wonderful. Beautiful humour printed in mind and whispered and Nellie laughed and thanked. Wonderful one.
A Funny poem! Makes a reader smile.