Dreaming of Kentucky

 

Sweeping green meadows, bright happy skies,

Flowers scattered ‘mongst grass so high,

Sweet smelling breezes float through the air

as my mare and I ride gracefully by.

 

Dreaming of Kentucky.

Dreaming of horses who’ll set me free.

My mare’ll be white, my stallion gray,

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Dreaming of an earthly peace,

When all God’s children love.

When will I be free of this body’s shackles?

When will I sing with a voice strong and clear?

 

And when will you let the sunshine in,

When will you let all the love come in?

And when will you be in awe of the

Moon, the sun and the stars above?

 

Are you filled with wonder at the smallest flower,

Or the beauty and grace of a horse

Cantering in the meadow?

And when, oh when, will we see each other as

The spirit that lives inside us all?

 

Sweeping green meadows, bright happy skies,

Flowers scattered among grass so high,

Sweet smelling breezes float through the air

as my mare and I ride gracefully by.

 

Dreaming of Kentucky,

Dreaming of days when I’ll be free.

My mare’ll be white, my stallion dapple gray.

Dreaming of Kentucky days

Dreaming of a time when all God’s children

Are set free--------

 

      When I was a girl I loved horses, loved reading about them, loved riding at camp. When I got enough control over my body, I begged my mom for riding lessons, so, from the age of ten until we moved from Manhattan Beach, I had Sunday horse riding time in Palos Verdes! I had to pay for half of each lesson out of my allowance which gave me incentive to do my chores. I loved going there, loved the smell of the horses, the feeling of the horses body, the warm sun, the dust... this was before it became well known that "hippotherapy" could be helpful to kids with disabilities. It helps us learn balance, good posture, and improving our gait because horses walk as we do, so feeling how the horses move can help us walk better.


         Once, the old mare I rode, decided she was hungry and broke from a walk into a gallop, I held on for dear life, my instructor kept trying to break her stride, but old Betsy didn't stop until she was eating her oats!
I had not yet learned to gallop yet, was just getting comfortable with cantering......  My rear hurt for a few days!