A poem written after a pleasant ride on one of the colts i had bred and raised
I held you as you took your first breath
And dried your newborn wetness
As you lay on the golden straw
Now you carry me with strength and grace
– Obedient and strong
I think as I swell with pride
“I raised and trained you myself.”
My second thought –“No”
“I did not in any way train you myself.”
A host of others are here – a package deal
Equine teachers: Flicka, Dusty, Banjo
Books read and re-read
Instructors and teachers, too many to name.
Love this poem!! And I believe that somehow along the way, this colt was also training you. We humans don't give enough credit to our beautiful, 4-legged friends...large and small (I have 7 indoor kitty-kats [spayed and neutered] and 12 outdooor semi-feral :o)
What a beauty this colt is; such a handsome and strong head.
I’ve encountered many non-human creatures on my life’s journey.
I have found each and every one of these animals to be a unique and wondrous being.
Animals have truly brought fullness to my life. Some of them have also brought de
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What a beauty this colt is; such a handsome and strong head.
Micke
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