Hi all, I'm sorry it looks like my youtube post didn't transfer...drat my spotty computer skills!
Here's a great poem by the late Minnesotan, James Wright:
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their
They bow shyly as wet swans.
At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts
of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break