Horses: For Brittney B.

A poem about horses for my girlfriend, Brittney.

Brittney and Her Horses

19 April 2017

What is the first thing you see,

When you are driving by the country?

Horses.

They run free.

Horses have what humans don’t,

Complete and utter freedom.

But that doesn’t mean humans won’t

Do what they can to breed ‘em.

Jumping through grass

Nothing stopping its beauty

As you see it pass

They follow their duty.

The horses know you,

They see you and have shown,

That they care too

As they have melded into nature, like it was sewn.

Their manes flying in the air

A glint of sweat on their backs

We are left to stare

At some of nature’s knacks.

Their muscles restrict

Moving them gracefully

Through the thick grass as they kicked

The ground quietly.

The sun shines on their skin

Leaving a beauty

Where nothing matters unless within

And it’s all sooty.

The one we watch is a mare

She stands 5 feet off the ground

Her main is clean for natures hair.

She seems to like to run around.

Her hooves leave marks

Yet they leave no sound as they touch the floor

The people can’t do anything but remark

On whether or not she can do more.

The mare runs into a shallow pond

The water flies like a broken glass jar.

All the males are fond

About how she got so far.

The water is cold

The male horses are shorter

Plus they’re not as bold

As she passed their mental border.

The sun sparkles off each drop

Like small stars in the sky

As she begins to hop

When the water gets to her thigh.

Horses are free

No man can stop that

Not without a fee

Or a loss in income stats.

Horses are free

Mares are wild

The males are puny

And they have a child.

Now they live the life

Of the wild side

And strive

To keep their hide.