Oh, that I could climb
to the inside of the horse’s mind
To touch what I see and see what I touch
To feel the inner sanctuary
Of the horse’s heart.
Oh, that I could climb
to the inside
Smell the smells and hear the wind
Through the horse’s spirit
To sense the joy of life
and the pain
of loving
The human hand as it pricks
And prods
And pulls without care.
Oh that I could climb to the inside
To run and gallop through tall grass
and chew the stalks
of fresh mown hay
Snorting with delight
Of the Morning sun.
Only then can I be
a true
horse-man, one with horse
Only then can I be a true
Human
Feeling, sensing, loving, giving, understanding
Only then can I show my love
For my friend of heart and soul.
Oh, if only I could climb
inside the horse’s mind.
To gently stroke and sooth
The worries and the fears
Wrought by man.
Oh if only …
I try, I truly do.
--Gwenyth Browning Jones Santagate (c) 1999
