Virginia Bennett
When the grass grows a couple of inches
And the wild geese stop at the pond overnight.
As halters slip from shedding polls,
A metamorphosis takes place in our sight.
Dull eyes brighten as the sunlight glints
On the waters of the burgeoning creek.
No longer captives in winter's corrals
With alfalfa-fed bodies as fat as a tick,
The aged, old fellows act like young colts,
They squeal and run in life's kicking dance.
With arched neck, flared nostrils, and perked up ears,
With the young fillies, they're takin' their chance.
Like knight-ridden chargers, they speed onward,
And flow down through the valleys without fear.
In one moment, their youth they've recaptured,
And life seems worth livin' just one more year.
It's a shame it don't happen more often,
But I guess it's just part of nature's courses.
'Cause just once a year, do our spirits find us,
In spring's pastures, turnin' out horses.