Trying my hand at a blog hop, here, for April as National Poetry Month.
What’s your favorite poem about horses? If you don’t have a favorite, do some Googling and find one you like! Song lyrics count, too.
Mine is Robert Frost’s The Runaway. It’s one of his earliest, first published in 1918. Frost is my favorite poet, and he often included horses in his poetry. He spent a lot of time in Vermont and he knew Morgans well.
|ONCE when the snow of the year was beginning to fall,|
|We stopped by a mountain pasture to say, “Whose colt?”|
|A little Morgan had one forefoot on the wall,|
|The other curled at his breast. He dipped his head|
|And snorted to us. And then we saw him bolt.||5|
|We heard the miniature thunder where he fled,|
|And we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and gray,|
|Like a shadow across instead of behind the flakes.|
|The little fellow’s afraid of the falling snow.|
|He never saw it before. It isn’t play||10|
|With the little fellow at all. He’s running away.|
|He wouldn’t believe when his mother told him, ‘Sakes,|
|It’s only weather.’ He thought she didn’t know!|
|So this is something he has to bear alone|
|And now he comes again with a clatter of stone,||15|
|He mounts the wall again with whited eyes|
|Dilated nostrils, and tail held straight up straight.|
|He shudders his coat as if to throw off flies.|
|“Whoever it is that leaves him out so late,|
|When all other creatures have gone to stall and bin,||20|
|Ought to be told to come and take him in.”|