I found this very funny Far Side cartoon by Gary Larson for today’s One Liner Wednesday hosted by Linda G Hill.
I hope you enjoy it. Have a great Wednesday!
Oner Liner Wednesday
Tag: horses
One Liner Wednesday
Good Morning! It’s another One Liner Wednesday and this week the prompt is “What are you thankful for?” In times of political upheaval and divisiveness, I am thankful that I still have a sense of humor. It is needed.
This one is silly I know, but I can’t help myself. It made me laugh!
In response to Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
Have a great Wednesday!
Circus
Circus
What was once wondrous
and filled me with joy
I now hold in disdain
Pretty white horses
Elephants and lions
I did not know their pain
As a child I was excited
by the music and fanfare
Such exotica to see
Now I am sickened and sad
at the treatment
they suffered for me
Memories are disingenuous
The circus once wore
a glorious crown
The public expressed outrage
Animal liberation
Send in the clowns
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to dVerse Poets Prompt Circus
A Painted Pony
A Unique Bond
As a former owner and lover of horses, and understanding the unique bond that is formed between human and animal, discovering this poem many years ago meant so much to me. It was powerful and mysterious. It reminded me of the respect which is required in order for the two to work as one. It also made clear that one does not own the other.
The author is unknown but through a little research I found that it possibly relates to a desert horse in Africa. However when I read it, it conjures up a vision of a Native American in full warrior dress riding bareback on a painted pony.
I am your equal
I am a wild creature that can never be like you
I have heart, courage, and the game spirit that is my heritage
And I will be respected
I will be taught, and I will please, And maybe in time I will be your intimate
But I will never be your possession
Mine is a fierce love, which knows no mercy for failure
No sympathy for weakness
I have come from the desert with its closeness to the spirit of nature
Which you do not understand
I was born of the Wind
Mine is a warrior spirit
I cannot be humiliated in
punishment or defeated even in death
For my spirit lives on in my children’s children
Unknown