"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Sue Wallis - A Thousand Pretty Ponies

Rangeland Horses

A Day Often Spoke Of,
A Thousand Pretty Ponies
by Sue Wallis


Come on you little darlin's and let's go watch your daddy gather
A thou­sand head of horses out of grassy Garven Basin.

They are running altogether as they have been all this winter
And it is a sight that we may never chance to see again.

So let's hurry up the mountain, watch and sit and wait there
To see a thousand pretty ponies pouring down off Garven's Range.

A hard day of riding o'er a bunch of fresh horses and finally
We have them all lined out and lopin'.

We lead them toward the trail and we cut off their choices,
'till they headed uphill just like we'd been hopin'.

Now I see my sweetheart, the kid's and they're a'waving –
Even the wee one's from thereon are bidin'.

I thought that they would like the sight of us gatherin'
A good thou­sand horses is the sight worth the trip.

Over yonder see them comin' there's your daddy and he's running
With a thousand head of horses down from grassy Graven Basin.

They are ripplin' like a river with their manes and tails a'flying,
Flashing, glinting colors, proudest thing I've ever seen!

And see your daddy swaying as he comes a'riding hard an' spurring
Leading all those pretty ponies pouring down off Garven's Range.







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