Bring Me Horses

was a day of longing...
that deep place in the heart...
where there are no words...

There was however...
a synchronistic e-mail exchange with a friend of mine who works with horses and people... I did some work with her three years ago, learning how to move in the way of the horse... One particular morning when we were just getting started, her oldest horse in the herd, Clancy, left his grazing from quite a ways away and sauntered over to me at a brisk clip... I wasn't alarmed, nor did I feel the need to get out of the way... Clancy came straight up to me and put his forehead on my chest, right on the area of my heart... this poem came...

  Bring me horses,

  lots and lots

  of horses…

  Bring me

  little ones,

  big ones,

  like Percherons,

  brown ones,





  and gold ones,

  like Palominos…

  Bring me white


  that ride in on my dreams

  and black

  ones that carry me home,

  to myself.

  Bring me foals,

  fillies and colts

  not yet weaned,

  so we can frolic

  in the hills,

  roll in green grasses,

  sip from crystal streams,

  and chase the sun and the full moon

  and grow old together,

  like the oldest

  and wisest horse in your herd…

  Bring him too,

  and all the other

  grandfathers and grandmothers

  so we can hear the old stories

  in images, neighs, and whinnies

  and our memory can be restored

  so we may

  once again

  travel this green earth as equals…


  bring them all,

  the horses…

Lea Goode-Harris
August 21, 2004