Bee-ware - A Limericked Scheme on a Near-Broken Dream

Bee-ware

A Limericked Scheme on a Near-Broken Dream

We came to the end of a ride,

Each gait marked with optimum stride,

Then went to unwind
On a roadway tree-lined,
Still coaxing our ponies astride.

We walked for a few lazy laps,

While keeping our mounts under wraps.

Just then, in a flash,

My pony did dash

And knocked me into a time lapse.

It seems that a hornet attack

Transformed my sweet mount to a hack.

He bucked, and he kicked,

And I could not predict

How hard on the ground I would smack.

Twelve broken bones later, I crawled.

My body was then overhauled.

For more than a year,

I stood by, unclear,

With riding no more so enthralled.

Once more, I remounted that colt,

Aware he might suddenly bolt.

No bees in our range,

But time for a change,

I almost gave up from the jolt.

At last, I was ready to learn.

My sweet mare then gave me a turn.

She walked in slow queue

Until we both knew

The respect we two longed then to earn.

c2014 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:
DZ for

Nickers and Ink

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