Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by Jim Thatcher of Yarmouth. His most recent book is “Lesser Eternities,” published by Deerbrook Editions.
Horse Tale
By Jim Thatcher
On that summer afternoon when he was six years old
and they told him that those high many-plumed grasses
out on the frontier between the yard and the woods
were called “horsetail” he galloped out into the herd —
played and played, rode and rode — raced, bucked
into stampede, round-up, rustlers, raids; charged the fort,
outrode the posse of supper time until they reined him in,
made him sit at the table, mind his manners,
then eased up after he’d eaten, let him charge back out —
A one-kid cavalry through early evening, twilight
drawing down its shades on the day’s adventures
until they pulled him back in again
with their gentle coaxing lasso of love
and at last he dismounted the day, let them put him to bed,
where he nodded off to the whinny of grasses
whispering in the breeze outside his open window…
Dennis Camire can be reached at dcamire@cmcc.edu
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