Horse Dreams

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Take me to the place you go

to run wild, spirited and free.

Show me your favorite meadow,

your path to what feels like heaven

and the view that compels you to pause.

Teach me strength and grace,

 to be noble yet humble,

and adventurous, but not unwise.

Share the secret of effortless beauty.

Don’t take me home ‘til you’ve looked at me

with eyes that touch my soul… then promise me

we can do it all again tomorrow!

Photo taken in Ireland

for Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Roads

More “dream” poems:

I Still See You When I Dream

A Box of Dreams

Weekly Photo Challenge: Satisfaction

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It is with much satisfaction that a few yards from my back door, I can cross this bridge whenever I want to – morning, noon or night; rain, shine or snow. I do not take for granted the freedom I have which allows me to enjoy nature anytime the mood strikes me, which happens almost every day, season after season, year after year.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Satisfaction

If Only…


Alone in the wilderness,

freedom grows.

It is timid at first,

until it realizes there are no boundaries,

no restraints,

no obligation to its own existence.

Then, with urgent determination

it spreads like wildfire,

except there’s no fire;

merely total consumption of all in its path.

Aw, freedom…

if only it could be that simple!

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Urgent

The photo is of the creek in my backyard, which despite a few obstacles, runs freely most of the time!

Grateful Burdens

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As I awake in my nice warm bed from a slumber I don’t really remember, I am aware of the brand new day ahead. I can choose to start a fresh adventure or continue an incomplete pursuit. My first task is simply to decide! Oh, the burdens I bare!

I think of the coffee in the kitchen that will jolt my mind; of how it’s waiting to be poured into some whimsical cup that I have picked up somewhere along the way. With cup in hand I shall ponder; should I read, should I write, should I gaze from my window at the world outside? Oh, the burdens I bare!

I think of the errands that are demanded of me; of the food I shall buy for the meals I’ll prepare in the house I must clean for the people that I love whose clothes I shall wash and iron! Oh, the burdens I bare!

I think of the walk I will take in the late afternoon along the path under the trees where the mere existence of limbs and leaves will wrap me like an old, tattered robe. Which way should I go? Over the bridge or down the abandoned route the deer once forged out of habit? Oh, the burdens I bare!

Later in the day – should I go, should I stay? Out with friends or home with family? Beer or wine? Cheese or chocolate? An old movie or a book by the fire? I’m sure to be perplexed by the number of decisions I am required to make. Oh, the burdens I bare!

Next thing I know, it will be time again for sleep and as always, I shall look back on my day! Did I use it wisely? Did I appreciate the efforts of others? 10:00 or midnight? Nightgown or pajamas? Oh, the burdens I bare!

Yes, I am aware these things are not truly burdens at all. And yes, I am aware the burdens of others can be painful and deep and that in comparison, I have been given paradise on earth. Yes, I am aware of just how blessed I am. Hence it is, in reality, gratitude I feel; not burden!  Oh, these grateful burdens I bare!