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Acrylic on canvas

Poem by Rachael Middlebrook

In the hush of dawn, where the grasses sway,
A horsewoman moves, her quiet ballet.
No whip, no shout, no iron will,
Just a bond unspoken, a sacred skill.

Her hand is steady, her heart is kind,
She speaks to horses with a touch of mind.
A flick of her wrist, a breath in the air,
And they follow her lead, without despair.

Her collie waits, with eyes aglow,
By her side through the sun's warm show.
A leap, a bark, a guiding dash,
Together they move like shadows that flash.

The stallion bows, the mare takes flight,
Her whispers calm through the soft twilight.
No boastful claim, no crowd to cheer,
Just her and her herd, year after year.

Her boots are worn, her hat sits low,
Her life’s a rhythm only few know.
For in her hands lies nature's art,
A quiet mastery that tames the wild heart.

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Acrylic on canvas

Poem by Rachael Middlebrook

A horse will see what you conceal,
Through quiet eyes, your truth is real.
No word is spoken, yet they know,
The fears you hide, the strength you show.

Their steady gaze, a mirror clear,
Reflects your heart without veneer.
A silent wisdom, calm and deep,
They hold your soul, your secrets keep.

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Acrylic on canvas

Poem by Rachael Middlebrook

In sweeping strokes, the horse takes flight,
A dance of motion, shadow, and light.
But look beyond the boldest lines—
In hidden shapes, the spirit shines.

A mane becomes a whispered trace,
Where unseen figures softly grace.
Each curve a story, each hue a call,
Echoes of horses, one and all.

Their presence hums, a quiet refrain,
A rhythm felt but not quite plain.
Like memories stirred by the touch of breeze,
They linger in the brush, like whispers in trees.

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Acrylic on canvas

A tribute to all the fathers who help their daughters embrace their dreams.

“It’s only when you grow up and step back from him – or leave him for your own home – it’s only then that you can measure his greatness and fully appreciate it” – Margaret Truman.