I wake with the warmth of my mother by my side.
We trot along the field, starting a slow stride.

I gallop to a creek and refresh my throat.
My soft brown fur keeps me warm like a coat.

The beams of the sun shine down on my back.
I take in a breath, there is nothing I lack.

The smell of the flowers and the pine scented trees,
flow into my body, as lovely as a breeze.

I rear as my friends come to me to play,
we jump around, wagging our heads, laughing all day.

My mane waves gently and my tail flaps around.
We race up a hill, and then trot back down.

I neigh as the sun touches the edge of the mountain,
and splashes the land with colors like a fountain.

I part with my friends, skipping about the grassy wave.
I reach my mother and we cuddle in our cave.

I look at my mother and see love in her eyes,
I grin and fall asleep against my mother's thighs.

~N.W. Ballew