Kimbra St. Martin

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Kimbra St. Martin Biography

I write because I have to, laugh because laughter is the best medicine, love because there is nothing to this life without love. As a child growing up in the 50's and 60's I experienced the beginning of the civil rights movement, war protests, women's liberation, gay rights and the end of innocence as we in America had known it. Moving from a life on our horse ranch of almost a hundred acres overlooking San Pablo Bay to a small home nestled in one of town's first subdivisions was a turning point. Traveling to other parts of the world has taught me that people are the same no matter where I am and we all want the same basics in life. The scenery changes but human nature is constant. As a mother of two and former foster mother to twenty-one, I've seen lives changed with simple acts of kindness. I've also seen lives change when evil prevails, losing my home and life savings while in my mid-fifties to unscrupulous greedy and soulless bastards who defrauded hundreds of people millions of dollars. But life goes on, there is goodness in the world, and I'm happy to great each new day as an opportunity to be a part of the change I'd like to see in this world.)

The Best Poem Of Kimbra St. Martin

Synergy

She and her horse moved with fluid and grace
And pure joy was written all over her face.
The big bay was handsome and loved being ridden,
He did what was asked - just as she'd bidden.
Whether working the ring or riding the trails
Calm, sunny and balmy or blowing wet gales
There was a trust and a bond that couldn't be broken.
A slight body movement with words never spoken
Seamlessly changed their course or the gait;
Working as one unit was their well-known trait.

This was a day to enjoy the sun so
Up to the hilltop she urged him to run.
At the crest of the hill were wooded trails
That led through miles of hills and dales.
All day long with an occasional break
They trod the trails and even swam in the lake.
But even perfect days must come to an end
With a horse to feed and chores to tend.
Heading toward the barn long shadows played
At the end of the day as light started to fade.
Now it was time to bathe her horse
And when she finished he shook, of course.
Walking him dry she let him graze
On grass that could turn golden in a few days.
Once in his stall, she took off his halter
And he lowered his head without fuss or falter.
She rubbed his face where the halter had touched
That was their ritual and he liked it so much.

Now was the time to call it a day and she
Headed for the feed room to get the hay.
Bathed and groomed with hay and grain for the night
He nickered softly as she turned out the light.
Some horses don't nicker, some horses do
And she replied softly, "I love you too."

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