once upon a time
in my distant memory
no longer my reality
i had a gelding quarter horse
sixteen hands
burnt sienna chestnut
a white diamond on his forehead
he was my universe
a bond like no other
no one could go near him but me
didn’t trust mankind
i kissed his rubbery muzzle
braided his crimson mane
breathed the essence of sweet horse life
i could do anything with my trusted friend
when he lay out in the pasture
i would sit next to him
in companionable silence
i would ride him without a saddle nor bridle
he ever so gentle knowing
his light weight master upon him
i steered him with his red mane
to a nearby unspoiled shimmering creek
see a school of minnows
reflecting in the translucent sparkling waters
rich hues of blues and silver
in the summer we would go deeper into the water to cool off
i would lie back on his arched spine
look up at the radiant robin’s egg blue sky
the only sounds heard
the gushing stream
croaking frogs and
a small plane airborne in no-mans land
wondering its destination
whilst my friend and i
were in a world its own
we had a special connection
worth more than diamonds.~~lorilynn
copyright*lorilynn 2010
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 11:17 AM UTC
once upon a time
in my distant memory
no longer my reality
i had a gelding quarter horse
sixteen hands
burnt sienna chestnut
a white diamond on his forehead
he was my universe
a bond like no other
no one could go near him but me
didn’t trust mankind
i kissed his rubbery muzzle
braided his crimson mane
breathed the essence of sweet horse life
i could do anything with my trusted friend
when he lay out in the pasture
i would sit next to him
in companionable silence
i would ride him without a saddle nor bridle
he ever so gentle knowing
his light weight master upon him
i steered him with his red mane
to a nearby unspoiled shimmering creek
see a school of minnows
reflecting in the translucent sparkling waters
rich hues of blues and silver
in the summer we would go deeper into the water to cool off
i would lie back on his arched spine
look up at the radiant robin’s egg blue sky
the only sounds heard
the gushing stream
croaking frogs and
a small plane airborne in no-mans land
wondering its destination
whilst my friend and i
were in a world its own
we had a special connection
worth more than diamonds.~~lorilynn
copyright*lorilynn 2010
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