Cockleburs
Cockleburs are endless
In the untamed back pasture.
On our shared romps through the timber,
Cockleburs never fail to find us
Especially when the sun begins to wane.
At times I despise them,
But in my heart I know
That cockleburs bind us.
When you return from the back twenty
With thirty in your mane
That I must singly remove, patiently,
Cockleburs do bind us.
Tiny bits of brown stick to the strands
Of your long white tail,
And I pick away for awhile
Trying to escape from the day
While whispering my troubles to you.
Cockleburs bind us.
With moisturizer, comb, and brush
I try to make you good as new.
Your docile head nudges me
As you chomp away your sweet feed.
Cockleburs bind us.
Sometimes, I wonder if you return
To the back acreage in plain search
Of sticky, brown, prickly cockleburs
Knowing the natural matting Velcro
Annoys me silly--
Knowing, I will come to you with brush in hand
Because cockleburs bind us.
For Tuff Kid (T.K.)
TK was a paint that I borrowed often for riding lessons.
Where are the Paint horse lovers?
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For The Love Of Horses, A Book of Poems by Renee Moomey
PoetryThese poems were written out of the love for horses, for every horse I have ever been in contact with or dreamt existed. Raised in a barn, my very being is entwined with the equines, but life has had a way of pulling me away from them, be that fami...
