Archive for June, 2011


The Scribe’s away.
I’m on my own.
She is so far
Away from home.
But not for long
She’ll be back soon
And then I’ll jump
Over the moon.


I know, a weak attempt, but the Scribe is away and I’m left here figuring this out all on my own. It’s a challenge. The only apple I’m familiar with is the one you eat!

See you next time in Poet’s Paddock … with Scribe in tow.

Shakespeare “The Equine”

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The Call

Shakespeare -- Photo: Dorothy McDonall

I heard a cry
Upon the breeze,
It leapt and glanced
O’er grass; through trees.
It was a song
Unto my ears,
Meant very little
To my peers.
It mattered not
To them, you see
This clarion call
That came for me.
A voice as sweet
As any heard,
One might of thought
It was a bird.
The sweetest bird
That ever sang
Whose tune for me
Alone it rang.
Its lyrical notes
Upon the air,
My darling Scribe
Entreating “Bear!”


It’s a moment of magic when the Scribe calls my name.

It doesn’t matter if I’ve been turned out five minutes or five hours, when I hear her call me I cannot resist. Her voice is the Siren — I must follow it to the warm pat and tempting carrot that awaits.

Sam, my paddock mate, is jealous. He always wants to hone in on my girl. She brings him a treat as well so he doesn’t feel left out, and this makes him reasonably content. However, occasionally he’ll crowd the gate as I’m leaving and give me a playful nip on the bum as if to say, “Way to go, buddy!” He’s such a kidder …

Yes, it’s hard to resist the call … except when I just want to be left alone with my muzzle buried in a patch of fresh spring grass. But that’s another story …

See you next time in Poet’s Paddock!

Shakespeare “The Equine”

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