� MORE BUDDHA �
Boo's Page
� BOO POEMS �
MY PARTNER
TOO QUICK TO JUDGE
� SWIMMING THE HORSE
THE RIVER & I
� SWIMMING THE HORSE �
In spots, Sylamore Creek runs 15 feet deep.
A girl, about fifteen,
one year for each foot of water,
rides her horse, nameless,
like the one in the old song,
from bank to bank.
The other riders with her,
grown women and men,
turn back, too scared to cross.
She sits straight up in the saddle,
soaking wet up to her t-shirt and hair,
laughing,
like a model posing
for a memorial
to beauty and spirit.
for Dani.
� WRITTEN BY �
Written by Tony, 07/11/2004
