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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Excited when I got up I slipped into my jeans pulled on my boots and grabbed an apple for each pocket in my jean jacket. You watch as I drive up then immediately start to ignore. I climb the fence, sit and take an apple and start to toss it. As a sentinel on guard nothing escapes you. Beauty in motion you come but then saunter your way closer. You handsomely muscled beast, this used to infuriate me now I simply take a bite from the apple. I have your attention,,,ahh come to me my charmer… I take you to the stable and brush the muck and mire from your wooly coat, then we start through the meadows. The affection of the sun, the beauty of the sky, the fragrance of grass, perfection. I know where we’ll end up but indifferent how we get there so you take the lead through the fields into the woods. I watch because you are not above trying to scrape me off on a tree. We leave the woods and full out tear up the hill. The thunder of your hooves, the sound of your breath, the chunks of earth flying, can it get any better. The jet thinks he will win this race but he doesn’t know you. Both of us out of breath we slow. You so proud and arrogant, the spirit of your mother alive and well. At the stable I wipe you down and brush you. I love this time with you. With your head you push me and I reach into my pocket and produce the other apple. As I work in the stable and outside you stay at my shoulder. Tomorrow I will not be able to lift my tea pot, tomorrow I will wince as I climb the stairs, but today I smell like horses and leather, the best perfume never made.
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