Where the cicadas call
for their long lost loves.
Where the wind howls to me
and tries to run for the hills.
Where the horses try to say “hi” to me
but I can’t understand their mutters.
Where the grass tries to shake off the mud
in the trodden paddock.
Where the trees try to give me a bear hug
when we ride through the orchard.
My happy place invites me in
to have a good time horse riding.