The
smell of fresh cut hay lures me in,
The
barn smells alive, full of life,
A
fresh growing meadow.
The
horses rest in the comfort of their stalls,
Quite
and peaceful, like an empty forest,
Only
hearing the gentle sounds.
The
rabbits roam free and wild.
Scurrying
in from the outside to nest in the straw.
The
straw light but warm,
Beds
the horses and other life from the cold.
The
birds sing an a live melody,
It
echoes through the hollow old barn.
The
pitch fork rest against the wall,
Another
day of chores conquered.
The
water sits in the trough still,
Cleansing
the dust,
And
ever so slightly rippling,
As
I gather more water for the horses.
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