Lynnea Honn, Drytown,
CA
February 2008
Meadow Music - A Rider's
Song
Dedicated to my
friend Ingrid who was there at the beginning...
Meadow music notes of
spring
Flow the contour of the
hills
Swirl the ponderosa
canyons
To the rhythm of gentle
hoof beats walking
To the meadow music
notes of spring.
Yellow flowers rising,
reaching sunburst beauty
To the gentle hoof beats
passing through their midst
Walking gentle hoof
beats,
One-two, one-two,
one-two-three-four.
Meadow grass seeds on
their slender stalks
Bow and bob in unison to
the rhythm of
The meadow music notes
of spring
To the gentle rhythmic
hoof beats
Of the mare walking in
the horse dimension
Meadow music notes of
summer
Simmer warmly through
the valley
Wrap round trails traced
on hillsides
To the rhythm of muffled
hoof beats walking
To the meadow music
notes of summer.
Powder puffs of cedar
scented dust rise in rhythm
To the muffled hoof
beats passing on the path.
Walking muffled hoof
beats,
One-two, one-two,
one-two-three-four.
Toasted gold by summer
solstice
The meadow grass sways
in sleepy melody to
The meadow music notes
of summer
To the muffled rhythmic
hoof beats
Of the mare walking in
the horse dimension.
Meadow music notes of
autumn
Serenade the oaks and
alder,
Decked in glowing
passion colors,
To the rhythm of happy
hoof beats walking
To the meadow music
notes of autumn.
Leaves red and gold
shake and shimmy
To happy hoof beats
walking in their glory.
Happy walking hoof
beats,
One-two, on two,
one-two-three-four.
Parading the yellow
leafed road,
Petals of sunlight
flutter and fall to
The meadow music notes
of autumn
To the gentle rhythmic
hoof beats
Of the mare walking in
the horse dimension.
Meadow music notes of
winter
Sing the blackbirds in
the choir loft
Of the mighty oak tree's
branches
To the rhythm of crisp
hoof beats walking
To the meadow music
notes of winter.
Five hundred voices
trilling, singing gospel in god's house
To crisp hoof beats
passing 'neath their perch.
Crisp walking hoof
beats,
One-two, on two,
one-two-three-four.
In the waning light of
winter, reflected in the shivering pond,
Barren branches nod to
the rhythm of
The meadow music notes
of winter
To the crisp rhythmic
hoof beats
Of the mare walking in
the horse dimension.
