Everyday Training

I looked below from a four-legged beast.

The ground closing in around me

I tried my best not to see

my face pummeling the ground beneath.

I lay among the tall green grass

unhurt I seem to be.

The beast came along beconing me,

to get back on willingly.

I sighed "you brat" 

he smiled, nuzzled, and nudged

till I stood and held him closely.

I adressed the scare that sent me pummeling

a sack tied loosely to a stump.

He sniffed then was okay

I praised him and got back on the beast back.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

I had a hard time with the ending, but I do like this poem. Hope you do too :)

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well i liked it to !

ron parrish