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Animals, Beauty, Cowboy, Eternity, Gratitude, Hope, Horse, Horse poetry, Horses, Meditation, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality
You can feel the warm blood
Under his summer coat,
Sun-slick and shiney,
Sweat, that smells of grass,
Which is to say, sweet,
His breathing, his gut-sounds.
Take a moment and trace,
With the palm of your open hand,
From the softness of his muzzle
To the enclave between ears,
Then down along his thick neck,
Under the chestnut of his mane.
Keep sliding your hand along his withers,
To his broad back and belly,
His hips, buttocks, tail.
Take the trust and the quiet
Into your heart
And unfold it over and over
Throughout your day.
Think, grace.
Think, gratitude.
Think, peace.
Hope.
