Time to Write a Poem

April 8, 2022 I Am St.Pat, Bay Mare

I Am St. Pat, Bay Mare

Spurred by the power and speed
of my white socked limbs
I joyfully gallop
around the pasture
this green spring day.
The sun reflects off my red coat,
while I toss my jet-black mane and tail
to share my beauty
with all who will stare.

Soon my lady will call
and she will rub my muzzle
and withers with loving hands.
I lower my head and nuzzle
in reciprocation. As one,
we have travailed trail rides,
wilderness treks, show rings,
and even color guard
at the Grand National Rodeo.
But best of all
bareback we fly in the field.
                    ~~Judi Van Gorder

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Prompt: "April 8 Poem--Creature"  
Post note: St.Pat died over 20 years ago but I will never forget her. I had from 18 months old to 27 years old.