Clydesdale Poem by Paul Reed

And now the light from the sky is dulled
The field is empty, the bellies full
The sun behind the hills begins to slip
Life is just a cup from which we sip;

Old tales told and memories stirred
Like songs that fell from the beak of a bird
A togetherness, an understanding in barn and byre
Yes, a love - no-one could quench that fire;

The bond with horses can never yield
In the quiet eye and on the grazing field
For today, a magical interlude along life's course
Was spent in the company of the horse.