Re-discovering the joys of horses after 30 years
By Lawrence J. Fedewa
|HIS FIRST TIME (poem)||page 3|
|THE SUMMER OF 9S||pages|
|SUBURBAN COWBOY||page 19|
|MAlA STORIES||page 23|
|A RIDE IN WINTER||page 26|
|MORE MAlA STORIES||page 31|
|THE BEY OF CEDARWOOD||page 3S|
ABOUT THE AUTHOR page 46
HIS FIRST TIME
Cock your head, colt, and paw
the tinsels moon strewn on lake and land.
Raise your tired-of-grazing head up and up,
and challenge and charge the hoof hurt heavens!
Prance and dance your pounding sound pistons on the teasing earth,
beating her dare down to the moon shades,
the mighty, misty moon shades of the woodland.
Snort and sing, look and sing
at the sounding, echo bounding fields,
the breathing, beam sprinkled,
bale bringing fields.
Hark to the whispering hoppers’ humming
see far into the loud, lonely land
and shimmering, shining mirrors of the moon.
Then grasp the great ground flying,
and gripping go running close,
back clinging to your big mare mother.
(See “The Bey of Cedarwood” p. 35 )