Please read the other entries, if you get a chance as these folk are amazing.
This is a 1st edit, will re-do once back home. Not a poem..not really anything- just thought.
Apologies for not getting around to reading from last week, especially those that took time out to read mine and comment. Holiday is over tomorrow (fly back home) so situation will be… almost normal. 🙂
For DVerse – The Poets Pub
Re-worked from 1st Edit.
Worn out boots kick up the dust
my flanks shiver; bridle held in
weather beaten hands, a reassuring
voice “Woah girl, good girl”
I know the human smile
my leg strikes the soil – a welcome
bridle raised, my head held high
metal bit cold, unforgiving
but there is trust- we have a bond
blanket thrown across my back takes
the chill out of my spine
whilst the glow of…
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