Thread: Equine Happiness

This is a poem I wrote a while ago ... It's a bit cutesy, but I like it!

A horse is a horse is a horse they say
But what in the world do “they” know, neigh!
They know not of warm, hay-scented hugs
Or of trying to get a horse to move, when he is impersonating a slug

They are blind to the sight of those warm liquid eyes
Deaf to the sound of those whickers and sighs
They know not the joy of a summer trail ride
Or of getting that ribbon, oh, the pride!

They do not appreciate the awe of a foal newly born
Or the comfy-ness of a saddle that is well worn
They know not the joy of a well-stocked tack store
The smell of leather that hits you at the door

They say we are horse crazy, that may be true
But I say they are crazy, and I’m sure you do too!

Mmmmmmm, a well stocked tack store. What bliss... who needs Nieman's or Macy's?

I'm behind you all the way here.

I showed this to my landlady who owns and loves horses, and she absolutely loved it and wanted me to let you know

Darlin', I love this. Horses are so grand. As a matter of fact, riding a horse was on my list of things I want to do before I die, and death was just a breath away for me. Your rhythm needs work, but I won't cite unless you ask. You made me feel. Kudos.