When your day seems out of balance
And so many things go wrong…
When people fight around you
And the clock drags on so long…
When some folks act like children
And fill you with remorse…
Go out into your pasture
Wrap your arms around your horse.
His gentle breath enfolds you
As he watches with those eyes…
He may not have a Ph.D.
But he is, oh so so wise!
His head rests on your shoulder
You hug him good and tight…
He puts your world in balance
And makes it seem all right.
Your tears will soon stop flowing
The tension will be eased…
The nonsense has been lifted
You are quiet and at peace.
So when you need some balance
From the stresses in your day…
The therapy you really need
Is out there eating hay!
From a friend!
Posted by Diana.
I thought this poem was brillent. It is so very true. The smell of your horse makes all your worries suddenly become very small. I would like to read this poem at a friend’s funeral. She was only 43, married with 2 boys. She rode our racehorse to win. His only time. He had lots of seconds and thirds. That win was my husband’s proudest moment