2005
The White Pony.
Vaughn L. Brown
Out on a family farm, where my heart does not feel harm;
I met many lambs, three dogs and three equus cabilus;
One was a quarter horse and Arabian cross bred gelding, one was a Dutch Warmblood mare and the other one was a Pony of the Americas.
Upon hearing the details of the pony, I asked if I could meet the creature;
A mare, fourteen hands tall and in her forties;
What a good natured animal!
I never met, {and that is saying much}
Such a relaxed horse in my life.
She lapped up every attention I gave her, close to thirty minutes of it.
I stroked her nose, she closed her eyes;
I rubbed her ears, her head went down.
What trust I built in her, lowering her head shows it so!
She became so relaxed that I merely laughed a soft pleasant laugh;
Due to the thought of her leaning against me.
She never did.
Such white fur that she shed, under it was brown fur.
Such a lovely white dress she gave me,
I had to use a horse brush to brush it off.
I will not forget about this animal, Crystal was her name;
She was a beauty of calm and good nature.
I could feel it, the energy of love and passion.
Hard at hearing and almost blind, her gentle manners she beheld.
Her mane unbrushed, her fur shabby; the natural beauty of nature in front of me.
The White Pony brings a smile and joy to my heart, such pleasure of love and understanding.
Crystal and I developed a connection, I miss her so but she is not mine-
But that does not matter, knowing her does.
With sorrow I watched her meander away, slow and with a calm step;
The White Pony left me standing there, looking after her with a lump in my throat;
For she taught me much without words-
Life holds many pleasant moments.
And dear Crystal, with generosity, gave me one to hold in a china cup-
Thus I shall not drop it, for I fear it may break.
The White Pony, in her forties, I give her many thanks. |