Free
She sits atop the black mare
Letting the breeze float around her
Like a warm blanket.
As she lifts her face to the sky
She knows, feels, that everything is perfect.
Then all at once there is nothing but motion
As mare and rider move in perfect rhythm.
Each knowing what the other is thinking
Feeling the wind as they move over the land,
The firm ground under the mare's hooves.
Nothing matters now.
All they know is their love of the freedom
A they canter, trot, and jump
As they enjoy they enjoy the wonder of the outdoors.
The feeling is like none they have ever known.
The world is electric with feeling and motion;
All senses are alert.
Horse and rider are one.
They are free.