The Drive is awakening
The pastries, hot rolls, and fresh brewed
coffee are waiting.
The horses are
content, munching sweet, crisp hay.
The tack is ready.
We take a deep breath,
-----Then, quickly, get ready to ride.
We mount, and then,
---we are 'off' for the day...
The fields and trees
are there to greet us,
---new, and early in the morning.
Ribbons of color lay
across the fields.
gifted with Jack Frost, and the dew,
as it settles on fresh, tender, new green
life.
The morning sun teases the
grasses,
with millions of twinkling lights.
The shadows, long and lean,
the trees standing firm, full of
contrast,
---between night and day.
The horses walk in
anticipation.
The first hill is crowned,
with wet tinsel,
that parts like the sea,
-------blue, gray, ---and green.
There's a chill in the
air,
or, is it excitement.
The walk becomes eager
now.
We wait for the first
view,
not of the fox, who watches in curiosity,
---but, for the 'STEEPLE' ...
How about an old fashion STEEPLECHASE
------------Each
fall...
