From the Horse’s Mouth
Caught in a blizzard on the prairie; bitterly cold.
With heavy heart I killed my horse split open its
belly, crept inside. Fell asleep when I awoke my
horse was nowhere to be seen I walked home,
it was surprisingly easy. At the ranch they gave
me water and hay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is this a shaggy dog story or a dream? What happened to the horse? A miracle I would say.