A Poem, Hope this is the right spot??

I sit each day upon the meadow green
Watching for him, hidden hoping not to be seen
Touching the Earth, my energies I bury
Knowing when he comes, he’ll be cautious and weary

Appearing like a phantom, from the rising mist
Motionless I watch, as he decides to take the risk
He scents the air about him, and sends a
mighty call Summoning the others,
Wild Ponies all

From my secret perch, I watch the mystery unfold
Of how he greets and gentles them,
to keep them in his hold Standing
muzzle to muzzle breathing anail breathe
Soon each surrenders, to his whispered caress

Wondering, I ponder should I dare aspire
To approach him in such a way, just evoke his ire
Would he see this effort as a dangerous attempt
And from that point, hold me forever in contempt

This King has been a master, of his freedom kept
For in his evasive trek, there’s none more adept
He’ll pay the price of sovereignty, with his very flesh
As he views the reins and stable as enduring death

Yet in spite of this, I extend him a hand
Hoping that he’ll realize his need I understand
So in a whispered voice coax him not to flee
For I only seek to touch something beautiful and free

And for but a moment, he yields to one embrace
To stroke his coat of velvet, while standing face to face
Then he’s on his way again, but our kinship was sanguine
Knowing a friend now stands, upon his meadow green




Messing with the fan4 yesterday, Cammie goaded me into posting something with "substance"? Maybe this will placate her long enough so I can start writing (Badly needed, behind, and my job and passion) sermons. Oh, and of course razzing peeps on FanPop with my,, quaint? Um,, NO, that’s not right who am I kidding, more like my..Mordant, sardonic and cynically dry, acerbic humor. (Yeah,, that’s the ticket!.<GRINS/> I never made titles for what may be considered a "poem" or any type of poetry. I never had a raison d'être <---cool word to make me look smart) reason to do so..Anything I wrote "doodled" that wasn’t educationally oriented, would get stuffed into a lower drawer, and then monthly three hole punched, until I discovered binder sheets.SOOoo anyway, here is something I found hopefully not too "wacked" from my fruity mind...