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my horse, Mariah
pleasure…
the coat that’s soft,
nuzzle with a nicker,
beloved scent like no other -
pony
Linda Baie ©
10 comments:
I had horses growing up and your poem takes me right back to the sweetness of that time. I loved, loved, loved everything about the barn- the sights, the feel, the that smell (my mother hated it and made me undress in the garage!) You capture it so perfectly in these few lines.
I love that scent, too, nothing like it! Some days I wish I was on a farm with horses. It's a best memory! Thanks, Carol.
I grew up in a small town, without horses, but your poem makes me melancholy for not knowing their comfort.
It is a wonderful relationship for sure. I was happy to write about it.
You had your own pony? Love "nuzzle with a nicker". This poem reminds me of seeing two horses right outside our motel window in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. There's nothing like a horse's friendly nicker. . .
Yes, I had a pony growing up, then the kids and I rode on Arab mare for a long time until I went back to work full time, a special memory. Thanks, Jama!
"nuzzle with a nicker" - Oh! Our kids went to horse camp for years, and I worked in the kitchen so they could... What a delightful memory you've shared and another you've brought up for me. I wrote about an animal smell for tomorrow just a bit ago - same wavelength. xxxx
Awww. Sweet. “Nuzzle with a nicker”—perfection
Ah, fun to hear that another 'smell' is coming, Amy. I grew up riding, then as I wrote above, we kept a horse for years, which really ended up "mine". I did love her! Thanks!
Thanks, Jane!
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