Post by ruffles on Jun 7, 2010 20:38:23 GMT -5
First off, I`d like to say that everything I post is copyright to ME. If you`d like to use it for something, just let me know. Chances are, I won`t mind at all - I just like to know where and when my stuff is being used.
Forever Surrounded
I walk out into the pasture,
Shivering slightly beneath my sweatshirt
For the cold air weaves its way through fabric thick.
The horses stand in a circle
`round the hay.
Our breath looks like crystalline,
Just hanging in the dark, blending in with
The thin layer of fog that
Rolls in from the north,
Spreading its icy fingers over the land.
The air grows colder and
I move closer to the animals.
They welcome me without question,
Looking on with warm eyes as
I sink down onto their strewn about food.
Their hooves stomp gently on the ground
When they grow impatient with one another.
All are careful to avoid stepping on me with my tender skin,
But they lower their long necks
To sniff at my neck.
In turn, they stand over me
And I let myself think that they`re protecting me from enemies I can`t see.
The night goes on with nary a noise
Besides the ones issued by my guardians.
I feel myself dozing off, growing more and more relaxed,
Just as my companions do.
Gradually, they all fold their legs and
Lower themselves to the ground.
I lean back, using the one closest to me for a pillow.
Its winter coat is thick, warm, soft.
With the smell of hay and horses surrounding me
I drift off, to a place I can call my own.
A place where I`m forever surrounded
By the incredible creature called the horse.
Forever Surrounded
I walk out into the pasture,
Shivering slightly beneath my sweatshirt
For the cold air weaves its way through fabric thick.
The horses stand in a circle
`round the hay.
Our breath looks like crystalline,
Just hanging in the dark, blending in with
The thin layer of fog that
Rolls in from the north,
Spreading its icy fingers over the land.
The air grows colder and
I move closer to the animals.
They welcome me without question,
Looking on with warm eyes as
I sink down onto their strewn about food.
Their hooves stomp gently on the ground
When they grow impatient with one another.
All are careful to avoid stepping on me with my tender skin,
But they lower their long necks
To sniff at my neck.
In turn, they stand over me
And I let myself think that they`re protecting me from enemies I can`t see.
The night goes on with nary a noise
Besides the ones issued by my guardians.
I feel myself dozing off, growing more and more relaxed,
Just as my companions do.
Gradually, they all fold their legs and
Lower themselves to the ground.
I lean back, using the one closest to me for a pillow.
Its winter coat is thick, warm, soft.
With the smell of hay and horses surrounding me
I drift off, to a place I can call my own.
A place where I`m forever surrounded
By the incredible creature called the horse.