Coarse mane wound in my fingers

Cold breeze on my face

We danced through the stubble

Of the corn field that day.

First Born

She is sleeping now

Floating high above

the heavens

Like a big white cloud!

She is my horse angel

A graceful dancer

My first horse
Came like
The body

Given to me
At birth

So excited
By a love 
Unknown

Feeling my
Way

How this life
Works

How it

I woke up on my birthday,

feeling rather sick,

the night had been horrible,

the day was turning worse.

The spots confirmed

She was a beauty, grandma

Would say and smile when thinking

Of Carmel, her first horse

But I know what she means

Carmel