Magic in the Barn

There’s something therapeutic about waking up early,

Just as the sun is opening its eyes,

And heading for the barn.

Because there’s magic in the barn.

The world is waking up,

And the smells of dirt, hay, and leather surround you.

Dust gets in your eyes and you’re starting to sweat-

But there’s magic in the barn.

Your horse is your buddy, best friend, and secret keeper;

Some people will never understand your bond

And others know that there is nothing else like it.

There’s magic in the barn.

A relaxing ride-and sometimes a clash of wills-

As you take in nature’s song.

After it’s over and you’re back inside, you smile and know

There’s magic in the barn.