Freedom
From the colourful rainbow
Your spirit emerges
A spectrom of love you carry with you
Which enfolds those around you
The eagle spirit keeps watch
Riding the distant winds
Reminding us that you are more
Than you appear to be
Sometimes you kick up your heels
In your heavy horse body
And for a few moments you are airborne yourself
Then you land again, and laugh, and gollop away
Kim McElroy
My Horse and I
I see your eyes
Looking back into mine
Trustful and unflinching
Knowing that I love you
And loving me right back
I hear your call
As you hear me come your way
Waiting by the gate for me
Wondering what treasures
We'll discover together today
I feel your muzzle
Searching in hope
For any treats i might have brought
But today I have only myself
And that is good enough for you
I smell the fresh grass
As we ride out as one
In search of adventure and excitment
But knowing that being together
Is adventure enough
I tast the salt in my mouth
As we fly through the waves
Racing the sea-horses
And beating them easily
Because together we can do anything
...Anything at all
Bethany Judson
Galloping
The rushing, the brushing, the wind in your face
The thudding of hooves and the quickening of pace
Not so clear is your gaze, blocked and dulled by a haze
You feel the horse move in a kind of daze
You are numb to the feel of the ups and downs
The twists and the turns, the curves and the rounds
You only feel the thud of the galloping hooves
And the regular jolt of the horse as he moves
Cordelia Chitty (age 11),
Published in Pony Magazine, 1966
My Kaimanawa
With manes flowing and coats glowing
The Kaimanwas, wild and free
With her mane pulled all ready for showing
My Kaimanwa comes to me
With a start the lead guy turns then he shies
The Kaimanwas, galloping free
The light from the sky reflects in her eyes
My Kaimanawa comes to me
They run oh so fast until safety at last
The Kaimanawas, galloping free
Her eyes are on me, she's forgotten the grass
My Kaimanawa comes to me
Peaceful at last, their heads go down
The Kaimanawas, wild and free
With her head on my shoulder she follows me 'round
My Kaimanawa's here with me
Bethany Judson
When I am an old Horsewoman
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds and a straw hat that doesn't suit me
and I shall spend my social security on white wine and carrots
and sit in the alleyway of my barn and listen to my horses breath
I will sneak out in the middle of summer night and ride the old bay gelding across the moonstruck meadow, if my old bones will allow
and when people come to call, I will smile and nod as a walk past the gardens to the barn and show, instead of flowers growing, the inside stalls fresh-lined with straw
I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel
and I will be an embarrassment to all, who have not yet found the peace in being free to have a horse as a best friend
a friend who waits at midnight hour with muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
for the kind of woman I will be...
when I am old.
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