Soft orange light
pierces through the sky
the scent of hay
and of dew dancing on the grass
wafts into the farmhouse window.
Like sentries, they stand in the dawn
sleek and elegant
heralding the new day as steam blows from their muzzles
Picturesque against the freshly cut wood of the arena.
Their presence embodies the sanctuary of this space.
- LML Sept 1/2008
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