Adults have long loved the romance of words,

Declaring a horse’s nose to be velvet.

But children love reality,

Not metaphors or similes to ponder.

“I love the Horses”, she declared,

Their noses feel like the skin of a peach!”

Then more wisdom, she does impart,

As I take her on her first trail ride.

The horses at home call to the ones who are leaving,

 And the neighbor’s horses along the trail,

Called back and forth as well.

“I wonder what they are saying, she said,

Probably stuff we don’t know or remember,

But they remember that they have known each other,

When they were knight’s horses,

And fought in wars and all kinds of things.”

And with that said, by this young child,

Who talked non-stop (oblivious to my surprise),

I was left with much to ponder.