This is usually my favorite time of year
When a quick drive puts me in the midst
of one of God’s jewels
Where rolling hills are covered by grass called “Blue”
Handmade stone fences serve not as a barrier
But rather a beautiful dimension to this picture I can touch

Lost in luscious acres of green
I am a million miles from everywhere
A setting so perfect it can only be a place where life begins
Where newborn legs at first stand wobbly
But soon they begin the magnificent gait
Know to the world as special
Known as a Thoroughbred

In three short years they will excite millions
Speed, power, endurance
The grandest of athletes
Born and bred
Trained and pampered to be a champion
Oh how they look and act the part

But in these first few months
They are but babies
Playing in a pristine playground
Close to its mother
There is no sight more wondrous
Than a mother playing with her young
Any mother

To my sadness and regret
This year the hue of the grass is different
Hardly glistening in the fresh morning dew
The weeping willows are truly weeping
The movement of streams without pace or cadence
The air heavy and lifeless
There are no babies
I will miss them

BE

this was posed so well
i could feel the sadness
nice drop

well scribed sadness flow
feelin it deep ya know !

Took me for a walk
in a beautiful vision
then dumped me at the
gate of natures twist
and turns.

I still love how you
posed this to words!

Tyte scribe!

I loved your use of nature to describe the emotions here, even though the tone ended on a sad note. Well done.