A Trip with the Ponies

The horses got out

Chief pony opened the gate.

What a rascal he is!

I know they aren’t far

they are just in the bigger pasture for cows.

I climbed the stile

for a better view.

I saw white Chiefie

against the dark woods

and knew my black horse

near him stood.

I gathered their halters

and trudged out to bring

the wayward animals back in.

They let me catch them easily

probably too full to run.

I jumped on the pony

and led my horse.

It was a trip I’d never forget!

We were going along

on a easy course.

Happily I was enjoying the ride.

When I looked down and saw a mushroom line.

I wondered

as the pony stumbled

I saw the mushrooms form a giant circle,

a circle so old

from a long time ago.

Before I became frighten

Peppers’ line never tightened,

Chiefs nose never hit the ground.

We all slid into a fairies home.

Now you think big horses

would squash fairies to bits,

but with all the wonder around,

we had shrunk to fit.

We stood in the middle

of a banquet party

a table was laden with strange things to astound.

The room was lite with millions of stars

and a couple of moons over head,

where the fairies had flown.

I sat on the pony, my horse by my side

I was to scared to move

as the horses looked around,

nostrils flaring,

ears flickering,

to see all the sights in front of me.

I was proud of them as they moved not a foot

and soon the fairies flew closer to look,

with fluttering wings,

and tinkle of bells,

gossamer hair, clothes I could tell,

nothing I had ever seen, looked so well.

Little by little they came a lot closer

until they could pat the horses.

then they were all over,

the two shameless hussies,

as the fairies braided their manes

with bright colored beads,

feathers from no bird,

I had ever seen.

Bells that made all kinds of sounds.

I just watched, scared I’d wake up!

As Pepper acted like a king

with garlands of flowers

around his neck in a ring.

Chief acted just like a pony

as he ate everything off the table.

The fairies talked to them

the ponies answered them back.

They brushed and groomed

and made them shine

all ethereal beauty festoon.

"I hate to break up the party,

so soon.

But we have to go Home.

My family will wonder.

The ponies they need

pastures and sunlight."

With a sad sigh of farewell

they let us go.

I blinked and wondered

if it was all a dream

Did I fall asleep on the pony?

But he shook his head

and the bells answered me.

Sally Weber

2006