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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-07-17 at 20:38

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh yes! Lofty indeed.
2024-07-18