Working forty hour weeks
At a job you don’t belong
Nobody appreciative of your efforts
The snow has finally melted
After eight long months of isolation
Sound of whinnying in a distance
One ride won’t hurt, will it?
Pulling the majestic creature
From her muddy, dirty, winter pen
Brushing her coat beautiful
Just for one ride
Climbing on and walking off
Freedom- wind blowing wild in my face
Heart racing with each four beat step
What’s one ride?
A little nudge and we are off like a rocket
Barreling at high speeds
Red, orange, and yellow skies
With a never ending world ahead
Now I ask again, what is one ride?
One ride could be a forever ride.
One ride could be a dream career.
Exhausted but happy
Working over forty hour weeks
At a job you belong
Everybody is appreciative of your efforts
Wake up each morning
Look out the window
Count your four legged blessings
One, two, three, four….