2005
Supple Communication of Horse and Rider.
Vaughn L. Brown
As I sit,
Watching the eastern skies:
My horse grazes quietly,
Taking her time.
The sun started climbing,
Up the ladder of grey:
The due started melting,
Under the powerful rays.
I rise to my feet,
Moving with calm:
I mount my mare,
With out saddle or bridle:
Laying back on her rump,
I let her move along:
The birds sing,
Singing their cmerry song.
Stress is gone,
My heart is light:
Nothing bothers me here,
Not where I belong.
The mare moves calmly,
Gaiting naturally:
She raised her head,
Walking in her natural self-carriage:
Picking better ground to feed upon,
She does not hurry.
Nearby a lake exists,
With it’s greenish blue:
Ducks lazily drift on the surface,
Gently talking amongst themselves.
Sitting up now,
I reached for her reins:
The reins of energy,
I rode her out of the field:
Her suppleness,
It is so beautiful:
She responds willingly to my leg,
Responding at the second stage of pressure; skin:
We rode as one,
Communicating with subtleness:
This, I know, is how real partners should be,
Nobody imposing force:
I listen to her language,
She listens to mine:
This is the real way to work together,
Horse and rider. |