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Her Horses, a poem by Sam Butcher
My dad, Sam Butcher, spent most of his life educating and inspiring students of chemistry at Bowdoin College. In his retirement years, he's excelled at a completely new pursuit: Poetry.
Please enjoy this one, about a horsewoman's quiet, perhaps painful contemplation.
She gazes out the window, not
really looking at anything.
They stand as both sides of a coin,
head to rump. A tail swishes, and
the coarse hair caresses her face.
As they walk to the water trough
her hips record the rhythm,
the restrained grace.
As in a dream a memory stirs
of a ride to that divide above La Hood:
the lupines, islands of aspen glow,
crossing to the other side.
Perhaps she’ll keep a bit of tack,
to have its smell and feel,
pass on to little Jack.
It’ll take the right sort,
but she thinks she knows
and has a deal:
thirty-five hundred for either one,
a thousand for the pair.
-- Sam Butcher
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View Reader Comments:
Sam is able to appreciate the meaning of the smallest gestures, the deeper meaning of life in his observations of everyday occurences. I am fortunate enough to have read a number of his poems, which always promote reflection/contemplation.
That was really beautiful.
Really captures a strong memory of when I had to sell my own horse for kids college fund. Still reeling.....
"There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man." - Winston Churchill
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