Wild Horses

Wild thing, heart unbroken, moving free across the miles The tundra your playhouse, the whispering grass and wind, your friends Traps set, now sprung. Magnificent beast fallen to your knees Ropes they strap upon your flesh Binding and herding every muscle’s movement. Centuries fly by, the taming has been done Loyal as an old dog Except when the human hand nears your skin The touch – electrified barbed wire – Brings with it the mix of fear and trust built up over years. And there, for a moment, beats the heart that still roams free. Almost visible to the naked eye, The beauty of such a wild thing.

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Wild Thing

100 on Accommodate

Outside of family and friends do any of us really pay attention to the wishes or needs of another? In this increasingly ego driven greedy little rat race the basics of please and thank you have become passé. Accommodation is the welcome mat stomped on by decades of abuse.  What is that old saying, give them an inch and they take a mile. So now we give nothing. Corporations accommodate their shareholders and customer service is the automated system. Yeah the inn can’t accommodate another body and the barn is full too. Best try your luck further down the road.