My pony

once i had a pony he was young
and he was strong,
he and i went everywhere
no distance was too long,

we spent long years in Texas
and sampled many things,
trotting in and out of love
as if on magic wings,

we never aged it seemed
just loped along forever
living days and loving nights
and never saying never,

being low and getting high
a different Lancelot,
i rode that pony every day
through rainbowed Camelot,

he is still my gallant steed
and we remember all,
the wildly righteous years we rode
across that Texas sprawl.

2007