A girl and her horse
I swing my leg around your frame and sit tall upon your back so bare,
Your strength is beneath me and lifts me up like a prayer
I see the world as you see it – your brown eyes full of grace
Covered in dust the sheen of your coat can no longer be traced
The air from your nostrils is hot like a summer breeze,
Your black mane is frayed but still so beautiful to me!
- dedicated to Vera (and the entire Szucs family)