The rhythm of hooves over
even soft ground, we’ve lost
time out together, rocked
safe in the saddle like breeze
through the oaks toward a
bottom-heavy sun. Lulled
by the sway of his stride,
we’ve wandered too far,
dirt-worn and words gone.
Just as I pause, not sure of
the way, his cadence builds
to a bold and true march.
The rhythm of hooves, over
even soft ground, each footfall
pulls steady. Take us home,
good horse, show me the way.
…
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
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Beautiful and heartwarming.
You and a horse.
Poetry in motion.
Literally.
Yumm. Thank you.
Love this & live this! I think I could provide the pictures for it… just from Sat & Sunday! LOVELY!
Teehee. The ordinary is poetic. Thank you, Deidre.
Love this! Brought back memories of years ago, riding a pony and getting lost in the woods. I leaned over and asked him to take us home. He did.
It’s the trust. Thanks, Stephanie.
Did you know Appaloosas have a history closely related to the Spanish Barbs and that the Appaloosa body type used to more closely resemble that of the typical Barb? Of course you do. 😉 Home, in all its manifestations, is always best. Thank you!!
They are the best (sorry, I’m slightly prejudiced)!
Amen. The crazy part is that there are ancient cave paintings that show that conformation with spots on their butts. Thanks, Linda.
Oh Anna,
I was 10 almost 11 and had two whole weeks to spend on my god parents small ranch in the desert out side of Phoenix AZ. Two whole weeks with my very own horse to ride any time and best of all any place she would take me. After sunset , and I had missed supper, Dedee would slowly turn and take us back to the tack room….ahh bliss total bliss.
The best ever. Just coming home from AZ clinic, riding in this landscape would be magical at night. Or day. Thanks, Kim
The horse takes us “home” in oh so many ways … and it’s this kind of memory that keeps me working and dreaming toward riding again. Thank you for this sweet poem.
Oh yes! Exactly!
Yes, home is a word that always catches in my throat. When I travel my ghost herd carries me back. The sweetest part of the journey. Thanks Sarah. There are many ways of riding, too.
My mare always finds the way home. I board her in a trail community. Many of the trails entrances look the same as people’s driveways. I am always nervous that I will pick the wrong one and be trespassing on someone’s property. My mare has lived in the neighborhood for a long time and knows the trails. I always let her pick… she never steers me wrong. She’s a good horse, unless the trail has turkeys… lol
Well, turkeys are unreasonable. Thank you, Lynn