The Pony Express

June 12, 2010
By SilenceDogood GOLD, Arden Hills, Minnesota
SilenceDogood GOLD, Arden Hills, Minnesota
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The horse and the rider
Advancing in sleet
Unaware of the
Demise they are running to meet

In the Pony Express,
We must make our ends meet
And then we ingest
Whatever we keep

This morning, at dawn
I was saddled and ready
With my trusty horse Fawn
But my hands were unsteady

I jogged past the station
My pulse racing fast
For this was the indication
It was here at last

The conductor, Bill
Waved his final farewell
For as I passed the hill
I was in the land of Intelle

I kept on a’running
For I knew this land well
But the Intelle were cunning
And I was to be felled

With trembling hands
I pat the warm fur
Of my horse in the stand
And consider the mail that will never allure

As we fruitlessly gallop
Towards the end of the line
I can see the scalloping
Coming near the time

A rider comes fast
To my left and behind
With a hollering at last
I come to a bind

My dear horse is then taken
My message is set
To a terrible shaking
My life is in debt

With a silent token
My life passed away
My body is broken
Here I will stay

Dear brother and sister
And all who are near
No rest shall be mine
‘Till I reach the end of the line

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This article has 2 comments.

on Jul. 30 2010 at 8:55 pm
This is a beautiful poem. Nice job!

on Jul. 11 2010 at 7:08 pm
Christy PLATINUM, Arden Hills, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"Happiness is not a destination, but a way of travel."

I like it! :-)

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