Ox

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it was party
in the park
Bob Geldof. South Africa.
thrust into the world
found sun shining in
winter in the wintery dew that fell over
my snowy paddock, the morning
glory glistened and sparkled
I spent my childhood
riding the horns of ambition
wisdom weaving my destiny like
I had control over what happens
when I stood alone in my pad
fenced in yellow tulips, shelter my
friends slither between
but they know, if they
cross the fence – my
wrath is all
they will
see.

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5 thoughts on “Ox

  1. Robin says:

    I love your poem and your image. I like the personification in the poem. It opens it up for wider interpretation than the ox. Beautiful images of nature in your writing, too.

    I did not know that oxen and snakes make good friends. Here in the U.S., I once lived on a cattle farm and there were snakes. Come to think of it, I don’t think any cows (or the bull kept in his own fenced area) were ever bit by a snake (Copperheads – poisonous).

    I see Doctor Who in your tags. I wrote a poem to the Doctors. It used to be posted on a former blog, but it’s not up on my current blog. It will be one day….

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