I wrote this quite a long time ago , but haven't been up to publishing it because it's a painful topic. I don't very often let myself think about my long ago, now long dead, horses or my long ago but still loved dogs, but sometimes late at night or early morning unable to return to sleep, these memories make their claims.
This is especially about Kumair, the Arab stallion of my youth (age 16 to 18), a horse so magnificent that Walter Farley would have envied me.
Hoofbeats and Dust
by Pam Green , © 2017, 2022
(to tune of Diamonds and Rust, by Joan Baez)
Well I'll be damned,
So here I am , awake in my midnight bed ,
He flew into my life like the Pegasus legend,
In partnership, bareback and bridle-free,
And remembering hoofbeats and dust
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