The wide doorways
lead to the barn
The sweet smell
of hay hits you
but ever so gently
Listening to the many
between horses
and people
As I walk down
the dirt path
I see the stalls
long faces and soft noses
that tickle your hand
with their whiskers
Get a big whiff
Of the many
“presents” they leave
Dark forest wood
on the walls
Smell of
just cleaned leather
The clunks of hooves
The whispers
Of mice
The echo of country music
Get out the saddle
and other things
only we cowgirls know of
All this
makes me feel
at home