Quietly she stands

head low, tail swishing

Water dripping from her lips.

All is right in her world.

 

Her eyes are half-closed -

dreamy, wistful,

Revealing trust

And a love for all she knows.

 

Her babies, mine

family, friends…

Her soft eyes bespeak kindness

Yet perhaps recall another time.

 

The thrill of the race,

the roar of the crowd

A triangle of barrels

or our national anthem.

 

But, for now, clear water,

                                 green grass, freedom

                        Companions, horses and I

                        She asks no more.   

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