Friday, March 22, 2013

The Red Mustang

The wild horse galloped with nostrils flared,
the hoofs barely touched the ground,
and golden mane flowed over his head.
A rare breed, a vagabond, gallant in speed-
Appeared to have donned a red robe,
alert to dangers around
that his fiery eyes scanned and probed.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

The Boss

In his dark den he plotted each move.
The combat-filled young years
poured wisdom over rhythm and groove.
Now, The Boss shunned the limelight and its chaos-
Under his watchful eyes, fighter trained.
Old counsel dispelled fears.
And in the brutal ring, boxer famed.