Sunday, September 6, 2009

Easy Breezy Sunday

Rode Pokeymon bareback.
Walked in the round pen,
then trotted around the back pasture.
We both worked up a little sweat,
and he gave me a relaxed,
safe, forgiving ride.

Mmm, salty.

She never puts this on me.


Eww, dude, you smell funky.


Maybe there's something good to eat in here.


Poco, that smelled funnier than you!


Can I eat that flashy thing?
Surprise! That's Jaz, not Poco.


I think that I shall never know
a thing so lovely as a roll.


The sand gets on my back and sheath ...


and everything else underneath.


I flop and flounder on my sides,

and when at last I choose to rise ...


I shake.
Take that, cruel flies!

10 comments:

Nuzzling Muzzles said...

Love the poem.

Dusty Devoe said...

How sweet!

AareneX said...

Thanks for the smile--and the vicarious sunshine! The Swampland is re-hydrating at a crazy rate today....

Janie said...

I like Jaz's lip curl. He's got it down!

jacksonsgrrl said...

Leah--You always get the BEST pics! How cute as ever!
Sorry I haven't said "hello" in awhile! "HELLO"! :)
~Mindy

cdncowgirl said...

I love your 'roll' poem!

Laughing Orca Ranch said...

lol! I love your equine poetry! And the photos to go along with were perfect!

~Lisa

City girl turned Country Girl said...

*GIGGLES* that was to cute!!! Love it and the pictures!!! They sure were giving you some faces LOL!!

Stephanie said...

Very cute - don't you just love it when they make faces?

Jenn said...

Your horses are such clowns! I love their personalities.

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