The white fence bordered
the lush pasture
in a multi-squared pattern
following flat land to tree line.
We teetered on the top fence rail
nearest the barn,
watched the horses
graze on this spring day.
The field - green grass over
thick, wet mud -
shimmered with morning dew
and first light.
The sweet smell of wildflowers
and piney spruce
were dulled by manure and
moisture-heavy air.
A week of rain had created
a watery muck that crusted our boots...