TAMED (A Sonnet )
by Ken HarnischSweet savage heart, now corralled in the dust
And sagebrush round-up, tamed and very quiet.
Led around by a golden rope, I trust
Myself to no emotion, lest it riot.
So gentle now I am prone to saddling
By any cowboy, and rides to children
While they play mad calliopes, paddling
My flanks to get me to round the round again
Did they say I was of that wild kind
That used to buck all would-be riders off
Into the dirt, and bloody them? No mind
If they did not, I am nary that rough
Anymore. Love beat all hell out of me
Now, even the tenderfoots ride for free
05/24/2003