My Horse Poems
The Thrum of Hooves
Hooves pounded sawdust,
sending hurricanes of dust into the dewy morning air.
Clip Clop Clip Clop.
The white horse turns a corner.
Swish.
A silky tail follows.
The horse gets ready to jump.
She leaves the ground.
Pound.
A cloud horse lands.
The ground vibrates the Thrum of Hooves
His Head Turns
I watch the paddock.
The sound of munching
hay fills the air.
A dark bay stomps.
Clump.
I hum a tune.
His head turns.
Swaying Side to Side
I mount a black mountain.
He stirs under my weight.
The dark horse starts walking,
his body Swaying Side to Side.
Foal Made of Honey
The wild horses run free.
Sounds of hooves hitting the ground bounce off my eardrums.
A filly catches my eye.
Her tan shiny coat reflects the sun.
I whisper softly “The Foal made of Honey.”
The Ghost Horse
A stick snapped.
I turned slowly.
A horse was standing near a maple tree. I made my way between poison ivy. Carefully.
I reached toward it.
My hand passed through.
The Ghost Horse.
Pony
I walked out into the paddock.
I felt change in the air.
A new presence.
I spotted a speckled Pony.
Gentle Giant
A Winny sounded from a stall.
I walked toward the sound.
Saying hello to every creature I passed.
The horse that winnied stuck his head out of the stall.
A Clydesdale.
The Gentle Giant.
Appaloosa
The horse breathed.
Snow flew of his muzzle.
Mirroring the speckled coat he had on.
His tail swished,
dragging on his dappled hairs.
He was an Appaloosa.
Suited Up
She put on her saddle pad,
she put on her saddle.
She put on her leg wraps.
She put on her girth.
She put on her bridle.
She was Suited Up.
Reared
His ears were back.
His eyes were slits.
His legs trembled.
He Reared.
Shined
I brushed his body with a curry comb.
I brushed his body with a hard brush.
I brushed his body with a soft brush.
I combed his mane.
I combed his tail.
I picked his hooves.
He Shined.
Thousand Eyes
I lead my dusty brown horse
around the ring.
We stop.
Turn.
And face the crowd.
I saw a
Thousand Eyes.
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Wow Harriet!
Your love of horses shines through your writing. When I close my eyes I can picture the horses you wrote about. I hope you get to visit a stable or two during your travels.
Grammy 💕
I hope so too! I think when my family settles somewhere I’m going to start riding horses again.
I love these! Great job.
Thanks!
I really loved these, especially The Thrum of Hooves. Makes me want to start writing poems again.
Elke
I also like The Thrum of Hooves. Its my favorite!
Elke – I’d love to read your poetry! Harriet really has blossomed into a talented poet during this trip!
These are amazing. I can feel and hear the horses walking, running and jumping in the words. Great writing Harriet.
Thank you!!!!
Harriet, I love these!!! Miss you so much. Hope you are having fun. Xoxo. Juliane
Thank you! I am definitely going to write more poems in the future, maybe for different animals. I hope you love the pictures I drew!
The writings and drawings are a wonderful reflection on your love of everything equine. I am sure it wont be long before you are able to ride again or visit a stable on your travels. Keep up the drawings and posts as we will all be here to follow along.
xox Auntie Valerie
Harriet, I’m so impressed with your drawings and poems! It is obvious how much you love horses. My favorite was the Thrum of Hooves, too! Love and miss you lots! Love, Nana
Harriet, I really enjoyed reading your poetry. Thank you for sharing. I appreciated all of them but I think “Shined” was my favorite. I really felt that one. Very well done! I hope you are enjoying your year!