Calling Horses
To go out and call for horses
To clap your hands in the summer rain
and call
Hearing them come thundering
from far away
Galloping around the shelter,
up to the stable;
three horses into three stalls,
settling smoothly by habit & custom
Nice to be in your own stall!
Rest & hay & water;
time to oneself
To go out and call for horses
is a privilege
for those who walk in the world and exist;
a simple education in contentment
and practical tasks;
a pride without arrogance
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2024-07-17 at 20:38
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