Linking to De’s prompt at dVerse on enjambment…
(Enjambment occurs when a phrase carries over a line-break without a major pause)
If i remember right,
his grandfather told
story of when
they were filling
barn loft with
hay crop of
rectangular bales in
clutches of six, hung
from clawed
bale hook swung
from hay wagon up, up, up
in-to
loft’s massive open
door,
slide creeeaking toward back of
loft and released with a
jerkkk
when close to position of men stacking
bales (by hand) inside barn.
Metal framed hooks hung from
pulley on cable while entire
mechanism was
operated by horse power; this day’s
chosen
beast of burden was
neighbor’s loyal work horse, well-trained to
obey master’s voice commands.
They had un-loaded
a few clutches of hay bales when some-
thing terrible, when some-
thing went terribly
wrong…
The horse, wearing blinders,
un-expectedly sidestepped, shying
in fear from un-certain threat, whether
dog barked, kitten scampered, or
barn swallow
swooped,
that horse jumped off path, over low curb of wide
shallow well, covered by light lumber;
the now terrified animal’s weight
broke through
boards…
men watched helplessly as it
f
e
l
l
down into
the w
e
l
l
and drowned.
a poem in my pocket 
Nov 24, 2015 @ 18:42:02
A very dangerous job, farming. Wells had to be cleaned in the area where my dad lived. His father and uncle were cleaning the well and were overcome by the gases that would form at the bottom. The were found and pulled to safety. Both had lung problem and lives were shortened.
Nov 24, 2015 @ 21:23:00
Sad to hear that, Janice…yes, farming has many risks.
Nov 10, 2015 @ 01:43:38
gripping visual, Lynn, and a powerful pen ~
Nov 10, 2015 @ 09:18:12
Thanks for this comment, Michael.
Nov 07, 2015 @ 13:24:26
well done!
Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:36:53
Awwwww. What a tragic story. You’ve used enjambment so effectively here, as well as shape. So well done, lynn.
Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:39:10
Thank you, De…also for your engaging prompt!!
Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:23:01
What a story and tragic ending Lynn ~ The format is nicely down too with the falling down in the well and drowning ~
Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:35:40
Tragic, yes. I appreciate your thoughtful comment, Grace.
Nov 06, 2015 @ 17:54:27
I hit the like button, but only because I liked the way you told the story. However, the story itself I dislike, very much. So sad. Poor horse. You did manage to fit the prompt quite well. Peace, Linda
Nov 06, 2015 @ 17:59:21
A horrifying end for the poor animal, I agree. Thanks for your comment.
Nov 06, 2015 @ 17:17:39
I loved this, Lynn – both in your prose and presentation! 🙂
Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:00:15
Thank you for the encouraging words, Kelly!
Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:00:56
You’re very welcome!
Nov 06, 2015 @ 16:31:08
Horse paths
never deviate
falls result
from never
changing..
a lesson
to human
avoid sidewalks
at all costs.. be free..
here at endX3 with Lynn..:)
Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:05:03
As a kid, I avoided the cracks in sidewalks 😉 but this poor horse would have been okay if he kept on steady path!
Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:12:26
Smiles.. or learned what is already provided for horse sense instead of human sense.. As in all stuff human or horse.. use it or lose it applies.. Winks.. I am as sure footed as a horned ram on a mountain.. Simply cause I never leave boot camp with God’s inner instruction.. But yes I understand the invention of sidewalks as well.. And it took me a while to walk on green valleys and mountains of God.. Free.. As wild horses fed by God Allone..:)
Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:17:06
If the truth has set you free, you will be free indeed!
Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:21:12
Amen..:)!
Nov 06, 2015 @ 16:23:39
I cannot hit like on this.. But you really nailed the mood of the working with the enjambment. The accident reminds me of Out out by Robert Frost.
Nov 06, 2015 @ 18:01:22
Thank you very much, Bjorn.