The smell of fresh hay surrounds me
As I walk into the barn.
Horses whinny,
And I hear the sound of my boots
Pattering on the cement floors.
Passing the tack room,
The scent of freshly cleaned leather wafts out to greet me,
And my senses are pleased.
The noise of hooves hitting ground
Can be heard from the arena,
And I love it all.
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