Chilli & Charlie Poem by Demon Eastoe

Chilli and Charlie come round the bend,
Kicking up sand;
and then,

Galloping on-wards mane flying out,
Past the bend, through the gate, ,
And out,

Into the trailer, Standing quietly,
Snorting and stamping
and out of breath slightly,

Waiting as saddles are placed on their backs,
Bridles On their heads,
which jingle, and clack,

Then into the light, into the show,
Twisting, and turning,
and weaving like so,

Hearing nothing but the beat of their hearts,
The blood in their ears,
as they thunder past:

Buckets, and barrels, and old flour sacks,
Having fun until,
They're ordered back.

Home.