Horse Dream
Wealth dreams of sunshine, as I gallop through fields,
welcome is the rain endless sea of amber it yields.
Through sea of fresh, clean, golden wheat,
new dried fodder stored for the livestock to eat.
I'm constantly told, I am a magnificent looking animal;
I'm a horse, which it's clearly understandable.
My owner pats me a few times, talks in a calm and soothing voice
to let me know that I can trust them; I still have a choice.
They brush me down removing thoroughly of dirt and mud,
brushing my mane and tail, until I'm a ravishing stud.
When all is done, they extend a hand placing a treat
close to my muzzle as I bubble in calm delight over my sweet.
3/8/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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