Sidewalk Pony Poems
The First Poem
The first poem I found was left by someone next to a horse I put out near NW 11th and Everett. It stayed there a long time, but eventually the horse and then the poem disappeared. I replaced them both.
This is the poem:
There's a horse on 11th Avenue
who is roped to a hitching post
as if in Tombstone, not Portland.
He's built straight like a bridge; at times,
topples, yet always finds his feet,
never throws his sense of humor.
I will buy him a used saddle;
he'll like the smell of a good horse.
He needs a trough of water, too,
one bucketful of oats. I'll bring
blankets each night to temper chill.
I'll give him a name that's friendly,
like Henry. Then people will shout,
"Hey, Henry! How's it going, bud?"
when they run past him on the street.
Will they bring him Gala apples?
No silly hats for ol' Henry
except on his birthday when he
is in a festive mood. I'll feed
the parking meter – there'll never
be a ticket stuck in his mane.
I don't wish to meet his owner,
only share genial Henry, boy
toy who stands one-hand high, is made
of resin. He makes a town draw
back pursed lips, show its grinning teeth.
Kim and I wrote a poem to put out with the horses that keep getting stolen - check out the poem on the Pearl Bakery Horse page.
Here's another one: (also on the Join Us page)
The Portland Pony Project
It seems that we gallop through life in a haze
And don't notice the things we race by every day
Until a time comes when a change will occur
That will cause us to notice, stop and confer
We talk to our neighbors; ask "was that always there?"
"I never saw it before", the neighbors declare.
So it was with the horse rings 'til Scott came along
Thinking "I've an idea that could gather a throng!"
He found some toy horses and tied them up tight
Then sat back to watch and see if they might
Cause people to notice what was always around;
What they had been missing – now they had found.
Now many people will pause for awhile
And others will notice, and they also smile
To see these small horses tied up to the rings
Where once their much bigger brothers had been
And maybe they'll even see a bit more
Of what they've been missing; it's happened before!
His project is spreading and now there's a herd
Of horse-loving folks who've also been spurred
To add some small horses to places near you
Hoping they’ll catch you smiling too.
Watch over our ponies, maybe bring them a rider
And we can make Portland a little bit brighter.
I also wrote a sort of story poem (A Tale of Two Ponies) that is on the NE Portland Horse Stories page.
Then I decided that people really didn't want to stop and read a long poem, so I wrote some much shorter ones.
Some silly Poems:
Here are some examples:
The horseproject's goal is spreading good will
But sometimes we feel like we're working uphill
Against rustlers and horse thieves and all around grouches
Who'd probably be better off home on their couches
We'd love to have more of the good folk in town
Drive these miscreants off, give them a set-down
This is my horse, I call him Bob
He's waiting right here 'til I finish my job.
He's fun to ride and doesn't pollute
As much as a car, on my new commute route
I hope that you will see as I do -
- these rings fill a purpose that is not taboo
This is my pony, her name is Arwen
She's waiting here while I run an errand
Please watch over her and protect her from bad guys
Get a picture of them and you might win a prize!
I'll be back in a while to check and to see
If my pal is still safe and waiting for me
This is our pony, isn't he buff?
He needs to wait here while we do some stuff
Please watch out for him and protect him from harm
We'll be checking on him when we're back from the farm
He might need some water, some hay or kind words
He's a really great pal but he's afraid of big birds
This is my pony, his name is Filmore
He's waiting right here while I do a chore.
You can feed him or pet him or bring him a blanket
But don't try to take him to the stolen horse market
We've arranged things for the people who do
And you might not like what it is, if you knew
Did you know that these rings were put here to be
Used for horses much bigger than me?
If you'd like to tie up your own horse right here,
(maybe run to the bookstore, it's really quite near)
I'll move over, I'm happy to share
We can chat while you're busy – we'll make quite a pair.