Photo credit: Helen Lacey
Sick of the
world
I drive to
the farm
Pull on my
boots
And head to
the barn
Grab a halter
And walk out
to the gate
Where my good
horse
Patiently
waits
Throw on my
saddle
Cinch it up
tight
Ride out of
the barn
Into the
woods, out of sight
Surrounded by
nature
I began to
unwind
A big sigh of
relief
Left my cares
and worries behind
Riding down
the trail
Over logs,
under trees
The smell of
grass growing
Afloat on the
breeze
The world is
sad
Bitter, and
course
But today
nothing matters
Except me and
my horse
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