Wild horses and blazing saddles.

Wild horses and blazing saddles.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

First love was
just wild horses
after that love’s
were reigned in,
broken, saddled up
only to become Clydesdales.
In the end
you became
a horse with no name
with a long face
at the bar.


© 2021 andrew mitchell


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"I been through the desert on a horse with no name"---
Yes, they don't remember your name...
j.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you for your words,J.
Interesting thoughts here Andrew. I guess I reined my husband in :)) Cracked the whip a few times and now he is perfectly broken in :) This made me smile. Hope you are doing ok.

Chris

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Weeks Ago

Based on a television program. Thanks Chris.
I agree my friend. I am the horse with no-name now. I enjoyed the poem Andrew. I hope you are doing well and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you for your words John.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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