Grazing Horses

This past weekend, I stayed at a 634 acre camp called Sugar Creek Bible Camp with a group of ladies. We talked and hiked soaking up being social after the pandemic staved us for girlfriend time. While the camp was a beautiful natural spot, what surprised me the most was my fascination with the horses pastured outside our lodge. This poem came out of sitting in a rocking chair watching them. Another form of meditation I guess is grazing horses.

7 Grazing Horses

Grazing Horses


Grazing Horses

Calming like

watching a fish tank

Swish of tail

Kaleidoscope of movement

Graceful gait

Ripple of flesh

Sway of hips

Curve of back

About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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