On a wooden trail, with Chico...

With Chico
Her favorite horse
She caught the wooded trail once...

Chico ,
Her trusted horse,
Young,
Blue eyed
And
White patches on his brown
Glossy
Athletic kind...
Heeling
And steering
Across
Like a seasoned thing,

And his hoofs
Made sweet trampling noise
On yellow orange fallen leaves
On the floor moist of the wood
And
She felt the murmur of the breeze
Getting fused with that of the chirpings of the birds,
And she thought the murmur too
Of a stream flowing nearby...

Once
Thus
She caught the wooded trail...
Once thus
She passed
The day
Feeling God,
Within,
Pantheistic...

Once thus
She got evolved
Into poetry...

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