The Mare

Copyright 2007

For Sasha


The most beautiful mare,

Was far from her herd,

Flowing through the fresh air,

She froze on my word.

I stood there very still,

And held out my hand,

She stared with her will,

I was at her command.

She jumped up and she neighed,

She stood very tall,

She ran far away,

She ran back to the wall.

I bravely stayed all day,

I made not a sound,

I did not walk away,

I calmly sat down.

She walked back up to me,

She pranced with some pride,

It was easy to see,

She needed a ride.

She knelt beneath the sky,

Her eye on my hand,

She lifted me up high,

And together we ran.