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Text Box: The title poem from To A Young Horse by Sharon Berg (1979) Borealis Press, Ontario, Canada
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Text Box: Visit my other interests at Big Pond Rumour. * The Press * The Zine *Online Writers Community Text Box: To A Young Horse You begin in the jelly balloon a hairless colt suspended in colourless fluid, soft folded bones, blind eyes without lids, muscle strung loosely between joints. Your veins swell with blood before your own heart learns to move it in the body, the muscle talks while you are forming ears, mouth, hands and feet. Your blood is made in the marrow of your bones. Now your legs are stronger and your head is joining three parts of skull like a house for spring, summer and fall. Winter lies in your white bones and the gristle that keeps you from buckling at the knees. Hours after you push out of your mother's great pelvis you have your legs underneath you and manage a weak canter. A new electricity is in your veins. An odd sound grows in your throat. Your eyes pick up movements far across the field, you find a teat to pull at and gradually learn to walk with a sort of grace. When the time comes you will nudge for a place in the way of horses, and the electric spark will sing in your beautiful bones as long as the muscle talks.

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