Passing a field with horses in summer is to catch a breath of adventure, or
a sense of when life moved a little more slowly. Or perhaps a sense of
competition, gymkhanas, races … the held breath of watching horses cross
the finish line, another vicarious thrill …
THE HORSE
knee-deep in your wide grey shadow
I lean towards a stand of Queen Anne’s lace
held by tall dry summer grasses 
trying to reach the height of your neck
beyond me high above sky-touching
I am a blip beneath wide nostrils
a disturbance in your heave of breath
my hair falls forward over my eyes
I want to offer apple or carrot or hay
knee-deep in your wide grey shadow
Frame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.
A horse, with a small mule, and a bird are the only ‘grandcchildren’ we will ever have. I have learned to approach the horse with prudence but also pleasure, although I still will not ride that one (did mount others briefly when a lot younger). A beautiful animal, and one grandchild I will never be asked to babysit 😉
No horse on the property, but deer and one cat – keeps us busy!