It’s was a warm spring day, perfect for a visit to a farm. I walked past a corral and stopped to watch the a cluster of horses enjoying the shade of a tree. Their tails swishing and flies, and perhaps in animated conversation.
Maybe it’s their afternoon get together, and I watched from a distance so I would not intrude.
Watching the horses brought to mind an old poem. Coming across a beautiful old poem, is stumbling across a buried treasure. I want to share this literary nugget with you.
Trees And Horses
by Alice Corbin Henderson
Red Earth: Poems of New Mexico
Trees stand motionless among themselves,
Some are solitary.
Horses wander over wide pastures;
At night they herd closely,
Rumps hunched to the wind.