Where are you my friend?
how I long for the days we spent together
the days when I could dream
the far off places we would travel
oh what fun we had
sometimes I wonder why do we have to grow up
to leave behind so many things
I long to see you high on the hill
your brilliant red shining in the sun
How you would come after a hard day and carry me away
over the hills and through the trees we would go
racing like a wildfire engulfing the forest
carrying me away from the hurtful words and kids picking on me at school.
from my brothers and sister teasing me.
On and on we would go the stinging of the wind in my face.
Maybe it had been a good day and I would lay in the yard and watch you graze,
or we’d go for a nice gentle ride taking in God’s creation.
What about the days when the family went somewhere,
you weren’t left behind, along side the car you ran.
Over the ditches and fences we jumped, you never tired just on and on you ran.
Always bringing me safely home to those who loved me.
Oh my friend those were the carefree days of childhood.
How I long to spend a day with you.
To allow you to carry me away from this hectic life.
Why do we have to lose our dreams when we grow up?
Now I have children and a home to care for,
Responsibilities aglore, there are dishes to wash, floors to sweep,
laundry that needs washed, and pets to feed, grass to cut.
My health is not so good, the aches and pains are many.
Upon you back they would vanish, but alas I must stay for that is my task.
I don’t hate my life I just need refreshed,
To race the wind again would be so much fun.
On and on we’d run just ahead the fire, taking me to safety
Though you were imaginary you seemed so real to me.
Wildfire, my friend, how I long to spend a day with you.
A contest entry
- Cowgirls or Cowboys and Horses 1200 points by Rheea.
1200 points, ended November 20, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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A VERY GOOD POEM 30 STARS
IT IS A GOOD POEM
LOVE
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A VER GOOD POEM 30 POINTS
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Wow...
I can completely empathize in my own way. I am glad to see that someone has the ability to put this feeling into words. Props!
~OurSolemnHour
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Yes, one worn pair of shoes for another...the past trades with the future...we can't have them both at once, right? I loved your story and it made me remember when they used to call me pretty black, after a sleek black horse...hahaha those were the days and pounds later they just call me mom now hahahaha but its all good lol congrats on the trophy
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i love this poem!!!!! great emotions are in these words!!!!
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This a beautifully written poem!! thank you for sharing! : ) Jess
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I can't tell if this horse was real or imaginary but we all need to escape this life to one of fantasy. Dreams can take us anwhere and to any world. So keep dreaming and writing what you feel.
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So much imagery to flow upon
in this tenderly written poem.
Just loved the imagery in many stanza's to enjoy!
good job dear poet, good job!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen : ))) you are releasing the Wildfire's in
you...beautiful to enjoy!
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You captured my heart and soul within this peice! I could ride it for a lifetime! This was truly beautiful in more ways than I can count!
Blessings,
Frogz~
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beautiful.absolutely so. good luck
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I love your name and the meaning behide it!
How you must treasure those memories.
I can relate in most ways with this..i just need a good beautiful horse to take me away from life.
i loved this write!
~Lisa~
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Welcome to AllPoetry
Very nice. The name wildfire always reminds me of that old song named, well, wildfire
The thing that really struck me about your poem was in the ending. Throughout most of it, it seems that it is talking of old friends that have grown up as well and are hampered by the same responsibilities, but in the last two lines you indicate that it isnt really so much reality that hampers us as it is our unwillingness to tap into our imagination for whatever reason.
The wildfire is truly in the minds eye of the beholder and always available to the dreamer regardless of age or responsibilities
I enjoyed the read, it made me think.
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thank you
I found that over the years that I allowed myself to become weighed down with life, that I became boring, I allowed things to get to me enough that it has messed up my marriage hopefully not beyond repair, but only time will tell in that.
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Great
This is a great poem
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Love the pic and the poem great job on this my friend
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