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by Kym » Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:55 am
Ok, Take 17 ... changed a few more things, liking it better all the time ...
I’m Seeing Through My Pony’s Eyes
Upon my palomino, I am riding.
Across the grassy paddock, we are gliding.
On wings, we’re soaring, fluid motion,
rocking boat upon the ocean.
On winging hooves, escape to freedom - riding.
It’s through my pony’s eyes that I am seeing.
It feels like we are floating, flying, fleeing.
My nose, ears, hands are just so busy,
excited senses make me dizzy.
I’m blind but through my pony’s eyes, I’m seeing.
I hear a Mountain Magpie sing, so listen.
So clear and sweet, each song note seems to glisten.
Hooves crunching, dogs are baying,
kids laughing, horses neighing.
My saddle’s softly creaking as I listen.
I smell red roses blooming as I’m breathing.
The bitumen is hot, I smell it seething.
I smell the sunshine in the air,
smell musky scent of horses’ hair.
I hear the horses sniffing, snorting, breathing.
My horse feels warm and smooth, her mane I’m touching.
The firm but supple leather reins I’m clutching.
A sunny breeze is burning, prickling,
hairs across my face are tickling.
I bump another rider’s leg, we’re touching.
I’m happy, lucky, proud - that’s how I’m feeling.
With joy my heart is bursting, soaring, reeling.
My senses tingle through my fingers,
magic fills my heart and lingers.
Kaleidoscope of energy I’m feeling.
I feel my pony’s rhythm as she’s walking.
My friends are riding too, no need for talking.
The hills and sky, I cannot see,
and so my pony looks for me.
I feel what she is seeing as she’s walking.
It’s Saturday at RDA. Kids chatter.
We forget that we are blind, it doesn’t matter.
Soft melody of hoof beats sounding.
I feel alive, my heart is pounding.
Restrictions of a sightless world, I’m fleeing.
I’m looking through my pony’s eyes. I’m seeing.
Getting better ....