In order to figure out why we write the way we do, one must expose themselves to themselves. . .

Never ride uphill, bareback
But, if by chance you do. . . ?
Hold them reins tight!
If you don’t. . . Pray really hard, your slide off the ass end doesn’t plant yours on a rock!

It’s no wonder I write with no end in sight!
Jotting, as I go along. . .
And, why I might hide the real meanings inside. . .
Leaving it for you to figure out!

Hint: I fell off a horse, just ONCE
Fear instilled, ever since. . .
You know animals sense such nonsense
Oh! . . . And by the way, my eyes, too, seem things much bigger than they really are!

Where, pebbles become rocks
Pens; corrals (. . . In order to see my readers, with a saddle on every one!)
Contravention, at its best!
Or, a darn good hold on the mane. . .maybe?

Spur the belly to tame!; to balance
Be aware!
Knowing, once you fall off its practically impossible to get back on!
That is, unless you find a stone wall to hoist yourself back up!

I hung my shirt on it and wrote of sunsets. . .

Copyright 2010
Kimmy Van Kooten