Take a good look and what do you see?

A zebra.

A zebra is a wild horse with black and white stripes who lives only in Africa. Interestingly, the zebra is a black horse with white stripes, not a white horse with black stripes, but you can’t really tell from looking.

Zebras are not quite as fast as other horses, but they have great stamina and can generally outlast anyone chasing them. Plus, they are the best at zig-zagging, which may help to explain the “Z” in their name. It is not easy to catch a zebra.

A zebra resists domestication. It does not like to be ridden and is a very good bucker. If you try – and many have – you will pay a price in bumps, bruises and a dusted pride. It has been done, but most agree it is better not.

Zebras go back a long way. They are perhaps the oldest of the horses, and they have been around people the longest. They know us and we know them.

It has been said that, “The way to know who you are is to meet someone you’re not.”

Let’s try that in a poem about a . . .

 

Zebra

 

Black & White

A Zebra

Ran By Me

 

Black & White

I Ran It Down

Jumped On

&

Waited Patiently

 

Black & White

I Flew & Hit

The Ground

A Bruise On Me

 

Black & Blue

To Me

That  Zebra

Ran

 

A Snicker & Laugh

He Stopped &

Waited Free

For Me

To Try

& Fly

Again

 

The End

 

Some are meant only to be free.

Others to always try and fly.

Both know who they be.

And enjoy the other.

 

May you know who your are and enjoy those others,

Grandpa Jim

PS: Will Uncle Joe try to ride a zebra on Saturday in his new story, or will the race be a different one from here to fun? It will be an event. So keep on track for Saturday at 9 AM CST and arrive early for a good seat to watch and see.