I stumbled on this opening that I churned out to a longer form poem – I’ll probably add to it and edit it as time goes on, but here’s just the beginning…
I came upon a solitary steed,
Though in itself not a peculiar sight,
It was of gentle stand and healthy breed,
And harnessed full, ‘though middle of the night.
I circled twice upon my weary mare,
In seeking signs of owner, or of plot,
But saw I ambush none, and man nowhere,
And answers to my calling, came there not.
I sidled up beside the lonesome beast,
And through its reigns I looped a length of rope,
Though loose enough should it need be released,
In case he gallop ‘gainst my gentle lope.
A mile or two along the beaten road,
A toll house stood upon a river’s ridge,
My new companion had my progress slowed;
I had not time to seek another bridge.
I rang a bell that startled quite the boy,
Who from his duty had succumbed to sleep.
He whispered not to ring as to deploy
His master who still slumbered in his keep.
I asked him if familiar he were
With my new travelling companion,
Quick was this opportunistic young sir,
To claim the beast as his own stallion.
I laughed and told the servant boy to quit;
He had no claim to own, and I could tell.
And for his cheek to try out-do my wit,
I’d ring his master down with clanging bell.
The boy, a-turning pale and pallid hue,
Was fast to lift the gate upon the road,
Apologizing for his misdeeds few,
And that was that; I passed the small abode.
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