By Wendy Brown-Barry
I first saw her at the end of my road
She looked to be nearly wild
Her tail drug the ground
Her mane was in knots
But I could tell she had some style.
She'd run up to the fence, and toss her head
And gaze at me in wonder
Her big brown eyes
And that golden coat
Made my heart beat just like thunder.
She had four straight legs that were black to the knees
With one small sock behind
A black mane and tail
And a dorsal stripe
And I thought to myself: “What a find!”
You see I'd been gone for almost two years
With no horse of my own to ride
There was this longing
Deep in my heart
And an emptiness inside.
It seemed as though she'd been waiting for me
The way she'd gallop up to the gate
Our eyes would meet And i'd speak to her:
“Hi girl, sorry I'm late.”
So, now that mare belongs to me
She moves with a fluid grace
We've become best friends
And my heart swells with pride
She's filled my empty space.
© Copyright 2010 Wendy Brown-Barry