Serenity lies in these woods.
Placidly, our steeds take us through the hilly brush.
All, that is, except for one:
Doc,
The “moody” one.
He is old, cranky,
And just the slightest bit resentful of
Mankind.
We start down a steep slope,
one
after
another.
But not Doc.
Doc likes to gallop
down mountainsides
in northern Georgia with
a novice rider on his saddle.
Suddenly it’s Johnny versus the Devil
for hell hath no fury like a stupid, stubborn horse.
And so begins a struggle betwixt man and beast!
One is vying to break free of
the bonds of domesticity,
the other to stay alive!
Until finally,
a crash.
Horse and rider separate.
And to me, the rider, there is but a blur;
Sky ground boulder hoof sky ground boulder tree stump sky,
And then black.
It is over.
And I shall never ride again.