the colt

the colt

A Chapter by Dave Brown



Where the grass grows fresh and green

Where the spring breeze gently blows

There tall scented cedars reach to be seen

Cross pastures lit by sunlight’s bright glow


A spring colt frisks through the new day

His thoughts relate to food and to play

Mother and child by sagging barn door

She seeking hay piled on the rotting old floor


She breathes a mothers satisfied sigh

During a search by a wet nosey snout

A twitch of ear and twinkle of eye

By the sagging barn door, swung gently out

© 2020 Dave Brown

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L O V E this Dave! I actually love the smells of the barn and of the horses' flesh. (Did you ever "sniff" a horse on the neck?) I just love that smell! ~Sharon

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