Harnesses and hames hang
with dusty reins
tangled in single trees.
The surrey sings
a red fringe on top song.
Horseshoes fit hooves
as big as dinner plates
for working horses
drafting with pride.
Yoked together
beasts obey bit
attached to reins
held gentle.
Knowing hands feel
current passing through
leather ~ master and team ~
at one.
Double trees, cutters, and sleighs
collect our storied past.
The springy buckboard
dream made from scratch
takes his lady easy
on Sunday drives slow.
Runners, wheels, and antique
saddle frames restored
preserve history.
Bells and rings attach
when it's time
to play dress up.
Prancing, they put on a
show for us and
the man in black.
I love the prowess of reinsmen. Garfield and Uncle Cliff have given us many hours of pleasure. The sleigh rides and hay rides on the wagon are epic memories. Thank you.
7 comments:
Thank you, Kathleen for allowing us to come along for the ride.
love this!
The surrey sings a red fringe~~~
i like the red fringe
"The springy buckboard
dream made from scratch
takes his lady easy
on Sunday drives slow."
Oh, I liked that a lot.
Thank you for all your sweet comments lately. I appreciate them very much. And your Samuel Manashe poem. I have his book of poems, you know. Delightful. :)
Love you,
LL
Oh, that red fringe! Such color. In the photo, yes, but in the writing, too.
This is fabulous -- and the photos -- wow -- thanks for sharing it. I feel like I too have 'known' those gentle hands.
"beasts obey bit"
I like it! And those pictures are wonderful
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