Foal in My Pocket
My experience with foals was minimal
They grew up wildly in a grassy pasture
- elsewhere.
Until they were old enough to break-out.
A few made it into the barn
To be primped and sold,
Too much to really handle.
I'd been around the show world
-only.
The quarter horse show world
And Quarter Horses headed to the World's.
Conditioned to prefer the finished horses
I hardly gave foals or yearlings any notice.
They weren't around to be noticed.
Then there was Jewels
A painted filly
- a puppy-dog
That stole my skeptical heart.
Nothing was every cuter to me
Than that first imprinted foal
Who loved getting scratches
Enough to follow me
Until her momma called.
A whole new perspective
-a new horse world
Opened for me that day
By a foal beckoning me to find a new way
A foal in my pocket
Shown the light on horsemanship,
And I have never been the same.
For Tks Sparkling Jewel, "Jewels"
Like to show a foal stole your heart too!
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For The Love Of Horses, A Book of Poems by Renee Moomey
PoetryThese poems were written out of the love for horses, for every horse I have ever been in contact with or dreamt existed. Raised in a barn, my very being is entwined with the equines, but life has had a way of pulling me away from them, be that fami...
