How blessed am I?
Here's my girl!
Becca bought her and pays her way,
cares for her and exercises her.
Even named her after me -
"Lady Barbara's Sunny Hill Willow"
How is it that its not enough
to think I get all the pleasure
and none of the responsibility?
HOW I would love to be there
for more soft nuzzles
and warm breath on my neck
and see my happy face
reflected from her
huge dark eyes.
I'd be there if I could to
comb her lovely long mane
and brush her warm salty neck.
If only - if only
There's really nothing like
an hour or two with a sweet-tempered horse
to feel all's right with the world.
