they clamp their bits in the riding ring
kicking the sawdust behind them
all day the children mount and pace
and when the animals rest
steam rises from their bodies like prayer
and they turn their heads and snort
when the last class is over
and the girls ride home in silence
in their vans
the horses are let out
to find solace in the grass
A delightful poem Mike, you can see those horses working so hard in your poem, and then release from the toil in the tranquil green fields. A lovely write. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this says a lot to me about work and life in general reading it is like staring at a painting i enjoyed it very much