Equine
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The hooves pound
My oh my do they pound
On that hard, frozen ground
The wind through that beautiful mane
The wind through the rider's hair
You can see the connection
You can see the determination
I never imagined
That this thing—
Which had once terrified me
And I had even turned down before—
Could become such a fixture in my life,
That after my addiction began,
Its very absence
Newly shod horsehoes clink on the shadowed stones leading into the light
The dull roar of the crowd grows in volume as the jockey exits the sanctury within
It is all on the line
Waiting.
Only equestrians can possibly understand,
the impossibly forgiving light,
that the eye of a horse suggests.
However, only equestrians can understand,
that when it comes to ribbons and winning,
Always I believed that here - life is sweeter
The grass on the other side was really never greener
I loved going where the apples were grown;
Feed some to the horses, and save one for my own
Having a dream and shooting for it.
It's not easy.
Most of us have dreams.
Horses are my dream.
Sounds so simple and easy, but is it really?
Horses are my life, my passion, my dream.
When her daughter was young the mother called it a phase,“This horse obsession will be lost in a few days.The wanting of a pony and to ride is the new craze,
Ask me what my everything is
and I will tell you, a horse
She carries me
when my troubles make me heavy
She does almost everything I ask
but is no servant
She is beautiful
but is not vain
I saw the best equestrians during my lifetime created by hard work and perseverance,
Bonds with equines of all breeds and colors, along with friends who come and go, but, only the true bonds will last a lifetime,
