In canter, I scribe
Lazy loops in the sky
One two three
One two three
One two three
Fly.
Downward I ask
From canter to trot
Ground center grow
Breathe in breathe out
Trot.
In trot, I draw
Rolling waves in the air
One two
One two
One two
In pairs.
Downward I ask
From trot to the walk
Ground center grow
Breathe in breathe out
Halt.
Gregory Hake 
Let all our ground center grow. Breathing in and out in all the rhythms of our living.
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Their is something so special about horses! Great poem Gregg. Thanks!
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Very nice.
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Love your poetry!
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