Sun’s soft ray and pasture playSimply take our breath away.Colts and fillies run and romp;Soon the horseflies, they will stomp.
Yanking halters, chewing manes,Living free from ropes and reins,Horses practice tug-of-warIn their paradise outdoor.
In their frolic free-for-all,Equines rear up, strong and tall.Here, untethered, youngsters grow,Chestnut coats, in sun aglow.
Someday soon, their lives will change,And their schedules rearrange.Trained by gesture, cue and word,As they long for treasured herd.
Break It to Me Gently
High Horse of Heaven
Respect Your Elders
Running With the Right Herd
Use Your Head
Zero to Fifty-Five
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the photo is amazing! my daughter is an equestian...but not a poet...but i know she'd enjoy your writings related to horses.
What a fun poem! I really enjoyed it. Thanks for participating in Jane's Inspirations!
They are such a beautiful color. That's exactly the color I want for my own hair! :DTink *~*~*My Mobile Adventures *~*~*