~ Conquering Fear ~
Time to feed?
I headed out, my duties to perform.
Gathered up the bucket;
And took off with my corn.
I hadn't made it to the barn,
When much to my demise,
There it was, with head held high,
Right before my eyes.
Terror struck as our eyes met,
A stand-off? One on one?
It didn't take me long to know,
Which one of us would run.
I leaped into the air a foot,
As if to jump a hurdle.
It's then, I suddenly realized,
I'd just lost my girdle!
As it wrapped around my heels, I ran,
Sweat pouring off my brow.
I'd lost my bucket on the way,
Must get that thing some-how.
Standing riveted to the ground,
I decided the path to take.
I'd go the loooong way around,
And I'd take my trusty rake.
My heart had finally calmed a bit,
So I peeked around the gate.
He wasn't there, I had prayed a prayer.
That'll teach you? ole black snake!
The moral of this story is:
Before you turn to run,
Stand your ground, don't back down,
Losing girdles is no fun.
Marie Williams
2003
used with permission
sonshine1us@yahoo.com
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