Blogger Ball

I’m joining Blogger Ball this week… thought I’d check it out on the recommendation of another blogger I follow.  Click on the icon below to check it out yourself…

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Masterpiece of ’79

He was a dark bay Masterpiece.
Deep chocolate brown
With small coal tipped ears
And three snowy white socks.
An eraser smudge of white
Above his eye
And a star connected to a blaze
Starting narrow and funneling wide
To wrap his lips
in a kiss.
He lived with dignity and joy;
A Masterpiece blend
of longevity
And temperament.
Appaloosa for soundness,
Thoroughbred for heart, and
Quarter Horse for sensible intelligence.
Although he is gone
His Masterpiece remains
In the memory of Jen
Who found and rode him;
And of Lori
Who soaked his beet pulp
And his sore feet,
Who loved him and,
When it was time,
Let him go.
I wrote this poem for my blogger friend Lori Skoog who lost her horse after 30 years of having him on her farm.  If you are interested in meeting the real Masterpiece, click here.  


The Day Spills Open…

The day spills open like a gift unwrapped.
Silence is filled with a bird call chorus.
Let it hold you for a moment enrapt.
Stand in the meadow with me — closer dear,
Breathe in the piney scent of the forest.
The day spills open like a gift unwrapped.
The pale blue sky, cloudless and clear
Is brushed at the edges with rose and rust.
Let it hold you for a moment enrapt.
Hold your heart wide open without any fear.
Feel it beat calmly, with joy and with trust.
The day spills open like a gift unwrapped.
There will be time, later, to leap like a deer.
Stand quietly now, don’t make a fuss.
Let it hold you for a moment enrapt.
The sun kisses dewy grass, erasing its tears.
Drink in the stillness — this moment for us.
The day spills open like a gift unwrapped,
Let it hold you for a moment enrapt.