(Poem 162 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
My little black cowgirl
went to horse camp last
week and discovered that
there is a lot of work involved
in caring for a girl’s best friend.
She doesn’t think she
wants to run a ranch any
time soon, or train for the
rodeo, or even get a horse
of her own because…labor.
Her favorite take aways
were the cute jeans, the two-
toned brown and pink cowgirl boots,
the slow riding part of the adventure, and
petting horses while others mucked the stalls.
@Home Studio – 162nd poem of the year
Runner ups for the Horse Girl photos to accompany my poem:
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