Love

Not enough
                                                 love                                       love
                                           love       love                         love       love
                                      love                  love              love                   love
                                 love                          love      love                            love
                             love                                    love                                      love
                               love                                    n                                        love
                                  love                               o                                       love
                                     love                                t                                love
                                         love                         e                              love
                                             love                        n                       love
                                                 love                 o                     love
                                                     love               u               love
                                                         love        g              love
                                                              love      h      love
                                                                  love     love
                                                                       love

"A Horse's Poem" Plunder

Somewhere, somewhere
In time’s own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some Paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
-Stanley Harrison

http://www.equinespiritsanctuary.org/Articles.html



Time.
Sweet.
Creeks, trees.
Paradise.
Love.
...Horses.

"A Horse's Poem" plunder by Erin O'Rielly

I chose this poem because it is my absolute favorite poem. I know my plunder may seem meaningless but to me it's exactly the opposite. All of these words describe different feelings or moments I've had while spending time with my horse.

For example:

Time - All of the best time in my life is spent with my horse.
Sweet - My horse is the absolute sweetest, and spending time with him is always sweet.
Creeks, trees - One of my favorite things to do with him is trail ride and we see so many creeks and trees.
Paradise - Around him is my own personal paradise.
Love - I have an unbelievable amount of love for him, and the way he can fix any bad day.

Breathe, it's just a bad day, not a bad life

Your alarm goes off too early

Six in the morning

The world is dark

Your life is dark

School is stressful

Fight with your mother

Hate the way you look

Your life is painful

Missing someone that you used to know

Your phone doesn't ring

Waiting for a text that doesn't come

Your life is lonely

But,

You're healthy

The sun is shining

You are safe, you are loved

And really, is it a bad life?

Or, is it just a bad day?