MY PONY'S FEET

Ridin' with my pony
on the Texas plain;
ploddin' through the puddles
left by Texas rain;
just listenin' to his hoofs
a sloshin' through the crud,
and kickin' up the jumbo clumps
of Texas mud.
As vibrant as the rhythms heard on Basin Street;
there's just a lot of music
in my pony's feet.

My pony's got a rhythm
to his rockin'stride,
as if he's got a drummer
beatin' deep inside.
There's somethin''bout the meter
of that squishin' sound;
the earthy syncopation
on the soggy ground.
Just listenin' to the low-down,
sloshy, slowed-down beat;
there's just a lot of music
in my pony's feet.

             Bette Wolf Duncan ©2000