2004
“At the Bay with my Horse.”
Vaughn L. Brown
Sitting on a dock, watching the tides roll out.
Behind me stands my horse, reminding me of the drought, back home.
Wishing for freedom, roaming from sellers
It is not an easy life.
Roaming streets astride my horse, buying licenses in every state
I pass, just so I can ride in the city.
Dodging thieves, laughing at drug dealers; finally I am here.
Looking out at the Frisgo bay, with nothing more to say.
Twisting the lead-line in my boney hands and smelling the salty air
I ponder my next move. Life is slow, patient and fair.
That is what God granted us.
Oh no, we go and hurry, rush and we are savages-
Tearing our lives down. Searching for my mind for an answer.
Well, now brown cow. What now do I do?
I stood up and mounted my horse. We both walked off the dock
Smiling because we are close to God.
My horse and I, riding into the moonlight,
We love the chilly air.
With skill I ride my horse.
With skill I understand my horse. Hardly do I meet
A person who is this way.
Do you know why?
Because humans think they are in command of animals.
Well,
With horses,
You two must work together. Let the horse move freely.
The horse knows how to move, do not tell the horse wrong.
Ride with the horse, not against the horse.
Peace is peace and battles are battles.
Love your horse as you love your family. |