Passing the local horse farm, witnessing the beauty of these beautiful creatures, calm and pensive.....a good way to start the day!
Horses wearing woolen coats of red, green and grey, Gather round their daily bale of early morning hay. Nodding, blissful heads, musing as they munch; The earth beneath their steady hooves feel the snowy crunch. Corralled behind sprawling, mended, wooden fences, Curious they gaze with acute and focused senses. Nostrils wide, clouds of breath, circling in rings, Listen closely, hear them softly neigh and sing. February 4, 2017 March 14, 2024 6th place win in Brian Strands #1294 Poetry Contest
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