JOE'S MATE

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JOE'S MATE ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet


They said he was unrideable - a rogue, a killer, brumby bred
and few there gave a thought to trying to see what was in his head;
just avoided the issue - said he should be used to feed the dogs
or bait the pig traps on the run - for they were plagued with black wild hogs.
But in somebody's heart it seemed he held a soft spot . He stayed on,
although the rider he once had was buried deep and now long gone.

He must have been 'bout twenty years of age - his muzzle turning grey.
The eyes were somewhat clouded on this broken mouthed old rangy bay
who stood 'bout fifteen hands or so - his aged limbs now arthritic, slow -
although the rumours were that in his day he had a lot of go.
But that was when young Joe would ride him - in his Jacky Howe and jeans,
back when life here was wonderful and full of hopes and young blokes dreams.

That ended when an accident so cruelly one day took his life.
A punctured tyre, a muddy graveled road, a receipe for strife.
They found him in a terrible state, entreated him "Please Mate - hang on
the Flying Doctor's on his way" - Alas his heartbeat wasn't strong.
It faltered, failed - they tried their best - gave CPR and shared their breath
to no avail - he'd passed and gone to the arms of the Angel Death.

And in the paddock stood the bay - his ears pricked forward - in distress,
he whinnied, galloped to the gate, nobody laid his fears at rest.
He pawed the ground, he shook, he sighed, his body broke out in a sweat
that lathered ribs, darkened his hide - not hard to see he was upset.
And when she came to tell the tale, to rub his ears and whiskered nose,
his rough course tongue caressed her cheek and wiped her tears as they arose.

She said - "He'll work if he'll be rode - if not then leave him spend his days
in the home paddock close to me, he'll keep the grass down, let him graze.
He's earned his rest and earned his keep and though you blokes don't understand
I do, his heart is broken now - he's lost his master and his friend.
I'll keep him close, we share a bond, for both of us truly loved Joe
and maybe solace can be found for both of us. I pray it's so".

And the so the two lived out their days, both finding comfort in the end.
She fed him apples every day, in memory of his closest friend.
At night when tears fell as they did, 'twas to Joe's mate that she did run
and he'd stand close and rest his head on hers - until her tears were done.
'till finally calm would return, she'd stroke that muzzle turning grey
and he'd respond with whispery breath, sweet scented from the lucerne hay.

Some claimed he was unrideable - a rogue, a killer, brumby bred
and few there gave a thought to trying to see what was in his head.
But these two shared a secret that was known to none other than they -
at night she climb up on his back, and he'd stand calm, that rangy bay.
And slow and steady they would ride, and pass slow through the stockyard gate.
heading west to the silver gum up on the hill - Mum and Joe's mate.

And there beneath the starlit sky, beneath the moon and scudding clouds
together quietly they would wait, sometimes for minutes, sometimes hours
until across the nighttime sky they'd see a flash - a shooting star,
then she would rub the old bay's neck and murmur - 'Well Joe, there you are,
you're not forgotten, we are here, both holding on and doing fine'
She turned the old bay's head for home - They'd both come back another time.
The Scribbly Bark Poet
see some scribbles here - http://scribblybarkpoetry.blogspot.com.au/

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delighted to have picked up a Highly commended for this one in the 2020 Ipswich Poetry Feast competition. Found out last night and feeling rather chuffed.
The Scribbly Bark Poet
see some scribbles here - http://scribblybarkpoetry.blogspot.com.au/

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You deserve to be chuffed, Mahalia.
Congratulations! :hurrah:
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Congrats!

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Beautiful!
I love horses, and always wanted one, but it was never possible.
When I was staying at my Aunts and was about 8 years old, my cousin Tottie took me to school on her horse. It was wonderful sitting behind her for the couple of miles it took to get to the school.
So, this brought back memories!
:text-thankyou:

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