February skies

took to the country
for a wintery ride
in search of a vision
to show me my pride
somehow i lost it
when my warpony shied
i strived to hang on
but all that i tried
rolled to the bottom
in a heart breaking slide. . .

hither and yon
is a sad place to look
like finding a song
in an old tattered book
or honor and trust
in a sneak or a crook. . .


1993