Moments
away in your humble little barn filled me deeply. I savored the rich natural smells, and loved
so well your big deep brown eyes,
and the warm air from your soft
nostrils. So carefully you moved your
big puffy lips to take my gifts. These
were moments precious and forever true.
Never
was there a brown so lovely as your hair.
Never was there a cologne so soothing as your smell. Never was a flower's aroma any sweeter than
the hay where we communed. I believe my
visits were deep in your heart too. You
were my get away, my comforter.
I
loved to climb on your back and hug you as you lay on the ground. You made me laugh as you got up so smoothly
that I could hang on and go up with you.
Looking back now, you always took me to the barn. I suppose you knew I'd give you some grain
and my little hand full of hay.
When
we saddled up and traveled from there, someone else was with us and talk took
over. I trusted you and reveled in those
rides. But the times alone with you at
your hay window were more special. Those
were the secret healing heart times.
Thank you Peggy. I think you
understood that I needed you.
© 28 Sep 2015
About the Author
A native of Colorado, she followed her Dad to
the work bench to develop a love of using tools, building things and solving
problems. Her Mother supported her talents in the arts. She sang her first solo
at age 8. Childhood memories include playing cowboy with a real horse in the
great outdoors. Professional involvements have included music, teaching, human
services, and being a helper and handy woman. Her writing reflects her sixties
identity and a noted fascination with nature, people and human causes. For
Eydie, life is deep and joyous, ever challenging and so much fun.
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