Joy filled amazement is my gift.

I remember recognizing it when I was five,

The first time I saw a baby horse being born.

It slipped out onto the cold barn floor,

And in just a minute it could stand,

Though, so awkwardly,

Comically, it walked at first,

But within ten minutes,

It burst around with speed,

And in three short years,

It had become a full grown steed,

While I was yet considered but a child.

The world is full of wild and wooly things,

Mild vegetables and zingy strings,

But bells ring through and through my heart

To awaken me from my dull sleep

And the illusion of drudgery.

And here we are,

Together again.

-jenn