by d4nI314Planet Earth, Murcia, Spain
Aug 3 196 Views 11 comments
Ballad Of The Old Stud
The old stud was restless in his paddock
He wanted one last thrill
Many obstacles he was to encounter
But he just couldn´t keep still
Longing for much greener pastures
He left the herd at dawn
Galloping through the meadows
Searching for a filly to spawn
A filly frolicking in a prairie
So graceful and agile
Her mane was flowing in the wind
But he couldn’t run a mile
He fell to the ground biting the dust
The filly had ran away
The pain was hard to endure
He just missed his last romp in the hay
The next day he slowly walked back
To the herd, to his mare
Head hanging low, huffing and puffing
The shame he couldn´t bear
Come here my old friend said the girl
I´ve been waiting for you.
Tear in her eye she shot him in the head
As he was begging her to do
Sometimes there´s a noise in the night
The horses are stirring
A silhouette can be seen amongst the dark trees
The old stud´s gone, but in the air his spirit is hanging
He wanted one last thrill
Many obstacles he was to encounter
But he just couldn´t keep still
Longing for much greener pastures
He left the herd at dawn
Galloping through the meadows
Searching for a filly to spawn
A filly frolicking in a prairie
So graceful and agile
Her mane was flowing in the wind
But he couldn’t run a mile
He fell to the ground biting the dust
The filly had ran away
The pain was hard to endure
He just missed his last romp in the hay
The next day he slowly walked back
To the herd, to his mare
Head hanging low, huffing and puffing
The shame he couldn´t bear
Come here my old friend said the girl
I´ve been waiting for you.
Tear in her eye she shot him in the head
As he was begging her to do
Sometimes there´s a noise in the night
The horses are stirring
A silhouette can be seen amongst the dark trees
The old stud´s gone, but in the air his spirit is hanging
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Posted: Aug 3
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Comments (11)
what did you have to kill him for
Other than that, a lovely read
until ....
Do you come here often?
The shooting in the head was because he asked her to in order to put him out of his misery.
I'm afraid that's what they do to race horses when they are badly injured.
This is not murder, just an act of kindness.
I thought famous old and injured race horses retired to meadows, goes to show what I know..eh!
Love the story and telling in your poem, the read was different and refreshing
Some horses are kept if they can walk, that is.
As a horse that can't walk, being a herd animal, is a dead horse.
But you're a horse person, aren't you?
Of course, as you probably know, there´s a lot more than meets the eye.
One has to be able to read between the lines
Kathy
I also love animal stories and have many to share, especially horses, as I used to work with them and sponsored a lovely Arabian gelding once.
I even wrote a book about him as a children's story.