Into an old woman's heart a horse with soul will enter. gifted and spirited pure and jet black shall he be,carrying the old woman to youth and invigerated life. He alone will know what these two shall share.It was a cool day,the black was out in the fields grazing,head down,listfully tasting the green grass of spring. I could see him from the alleyway between the big barns,so I whistled to him...his head went up,his eyes searching for me! I called to him and he galloped over to the fence! I greeted him with my extended hand on his face. Hello my friend! I opened the gate and put on his halter gathering him up to go the barn. He was so happy to see me today, like two pals we walked the stoney path to the barns. We entered the big arena where we played and exercised. Then to the stall for the blacks feeding time, as it was early evening,he was waiting for his grain. I placed him in the stall,he turned and looked at me,telling me by his gestures I was to stay awhile and brush him! This was his special time, just he and I,quietly spending a few moments hanging out together,no others to interrupt the tranquility of the blacks grooming. I could hear his soft breathing as I brushed his neck. He didn't even take to his grain at this time, as he wanted complete relaxation now. His head hung down and his muscles were very soft as I rubbed his neck,he turned and nuzzeled my shoulder as if to say"thank you". I don't think he knew that I too enjoyed this time together as much as he did! No rules to follow,no noise, just two friends spending the evening time in quiet pleasure.
sagewoman · Thu Apr 19, 2007 @ 12:04am · 0 Comments |