Carrots
And apples
For my equine
Friend
Who just
Gave me
A ride
Worthy
Of a thoroughbred
Gave me
An adrenaline rush
An endorphin kick
To rival
Any workout
Now
He’s back
In his stall
Getting a cool down
And kisses
For God’s creatures
Can provide
The best therapy
For my rattled worldview
A simple Saturday morning
Spent with creation
Reviving a heart
That needed
Sweet surrender
And a hope
That isn’t measured
In treasures
That rust
And rot
Over time
You paint a lovely picture with your words.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure the horse was as happy with you as you were with him!
ReplyDeleteLovely. I can't imagine a better way to spend a fall day than riding a horse. (If I had one.)
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Betsy
True hope cannot be measured in earthly treasure, can it? Loved your poem!
ReplyDeleteI'm a horse girly so this makes me so happy - love the way you put these feelings and actions into words!
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