Does any one know some good horse poems?
I ride. That seems like such a simple statement. However as many women who > ride know it is really a complicated matter. It has to do with power and > empowerment. Being able to do things you might have once considered out of > reach or ability. > > I have considered this as I shovel manure, fill water barrels in the > cold rain, wait for the vet/farrier/electrician/hay delivery, > change a tire on a horse trailer by the side of the freeway, > or cool a mare out before getting down to the business of drinking a cold > beer after a long ride. > > The time, the money, the effort it takes to ride calls for dedication. > At least I call it dedication. Both my ex-husbands call it ‘the > sickness’. It’s a sickness I’ve had since I was a small girl > bouncing my model horses and dreaming of the day I would ride a real horse. > Most of the women I ride with understand the meaning of ‘the sickness’. It’s > not a sport. It’s not a hobby. It’s what we do > and, in some ways, who we are as women
