I didn’t have a horse
But there was always one to ride
In a town that boasted more horses per capita
Than anywhere else in the country
So they said in my childhood
Horses will always mean home to me
Horses look right into your face
Those soft brown eyes see soul to soul
Thundering power
Belies delicate nervousness
Startled by the merest wind
Beware the dust devils, they whisper to each other
Milling in the pasture
Impatient at the gate
A mighty hoof will stomp your foot
To remind the rider who is really in charge
Or out riding trails careen closely to trees
Testing your mettle and agility
Noble as princes
Athletic and strong
Alive to the cosmos
Carrying on
David Trudel © 2012
Thanks for reading and the “like”, thoughtbaker.