"This is a poem written in the early morning hours of a sleepy summer morning. When I was a teen, I spent my spare time watching the herd (ours was about 40 head) and when the sun first comes up is my favorite time to watch them. They're starting to stir; the young ones are becoming frisky. Suddenly that tell-tale sign of a need to fly: breakfast time! I hope these words inspire you to pick up a pen and go watch some horses. You'll be surprised what a little equine influence can do for writer's block."
The Herd At Dawn
Behind a stretch of trees, past a barbwire fence, up a gravel road
and around the bend is a sight to behold.
Looking down upon this hidden treasure, this dreamer's haven,
you'll lose all thought of time and reality.
All that matters is becoming a part of the hills and the sunrise.
Deep down you know this is where you belong;
this is what you've been waiting for.
Nothing can unfreeze this moment in time.
Your soul is now a part of this peace, embedded in the sparkling,
dew-covered grass, caught up in the sound of the
sleepy morning song bird and consumed by the gentle mist that caresses the
ground in a tender embrace.
Then comes the gently growing sound of soft thunder;
the quiet rhythmic beating of feet upon the ground.
Your breath catches; your heart stills, and
through the trees bursts forth angels in all their beauty.
Their fleeting footfalls capture your very being
and suddenly your spirit is racing with them across the hill.
The ecstasy fills you from within and you can
feel no pain, no worry, no sadness;
you are one with Freedom.
You are safe within these sheltering walls.
Written by Megan Gregory