Gravel crunching beneath the footfall,
Back and forth, back and forth,
Focused minds, goals and hopes,
A plan, a dream – see if the horse copes.
Heat from the sun dries overnight torrent,
Drying horseshoe shapes in the sand,
Freshly squeezed orange juice glides down,
Kissing tastebuds with a sweetness crown.
Methodical rhythm of worked horses,
Being led back to be washed off,
Dog fight yapping, horse spooks sideways,
Foreign shout; an angry tongue, a yank on the rein.
Music filtering a continuous vibe,
International big business, famous names.
Does home exist, or is that a far away dream?
Maybe this is the reverie and I am not awake.
Weather patterns over the mountains,
Wind blowing the flags, never still.
White breeches. Jackets; sparkling tack.
The world of show jumping, smiles and looks that could kill.
It’s a dog’s life,
Sniff, sleep, fight, eat.
I’m thinking of him.
But is he thinking of me.