Magnificent ship tossed along the rough seas.
The Spanish galleon carrying ill-gotten gold
struggles to stay afloat.
In the hold deep below the water line,
little ponies struggle to stay on their feet.
The tossing and churning of the sea threatens to
take all passengers–human and horse–
to the depths of the ocean.
A cry of “Land ho!” gives rise to hope, yet
with ear-popping explosions, the ship
is ripped in two, sending pirates and ponies
flailing into the rugged seas.
Each one on his own, they make for the small dot of land.
One by one human and horse begin to go down,
down below the sea,
down to the sandy floor,
down to become fodder for fish.
Only a lucky few ponies manage to swim to the island.
The morning brings calm to the beach,
and a small band begins to explore the salt marshes.
Without pirate keepers, the ponies enjoy a wild freedom
to sleep on the beach and munch on the grasses
with nary a thought to their lost masters.
So their lives continue from season to season and
generation to generation, a new home for centuries to come.
I was lucky enough to visit both the Maryland and Virginia sides of Assateague Island several years ago, and I was completely enchanted with its beauty as well as the ponies who still live on the island. It is certainly a place I would love to return to some time. When the theme for this week’s Monday Potluck was announced as “beaches and mountains” I knew immediately, I wanted to write about this remarkable place.
For more information on the Assateague ponies, click HERE.
To read more poems linked to the Poetry Potluck, click HERE.