Nothing like the feel of your hand
holding mine.
Stepping through wet pasture grass
on the way
To the barn as another day in
our life
has begun.
Tack hanging against barn wood
jackets and
mud boots.
And the scent of the barn in morning.
This just feels right.
Author notes
editing....
Written June 7th, 2006
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It was nice, Henri, to see you posting again. I'm sure those
times you spent with Jess are just as special to her. My daughters and I have taken up Geo-cacheing We've had some
wonderful "girly" time together just treasure hunting. We've seen some beautiful sights, gotten kicked off the premesis a few times on night caches, and sometimes had some explaining to do when we're approached by security guards etc. But we have so much fun just sharing time and enjoying the moment and each other's company.
No doubt your Jess will always hold those father-daughter times in a special place in her heart.
Thanks for such a warm comment.
Maddie
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Sweet memories
Maddie,
Thanks for your wonderful comment on my latest. Interestingly this last write of yours totally reminds me of my daughter Jess. She was a show jumper for many years and had several horses. We have spent many hours at the barn. Sometimes I'd just watch her ride or train her horse or we would be mucking out the stall and enjoying some amazing father daughter time that was both light and deeply profound at the same time. The scene you describe triggers many happy memories for me. Thanks for the reminders.
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Your love of horses is obvious in this one. I share your love of the morning as well. Your enigmatic author's notes have been sent to Army Intelligence Headquarters for analysis.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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