White Stallion

White Stallion 'Stud' by Tammy Brown (picture/video credits to Grok app, or Grok on X)

The sound of thunder coming toward the ring

Let him run around until he finally sees me

The muscles popping out as he gallops to a trot

Then the silence of the hooves wandering about

I’m standing in the center with my back turned to him

Until I feel the nudge on my neck, a snort by my ear.

I giggle, and talk to him like he’s my best friend.

I gently turn, rub his head and give him a huge hug,

Run my fingers through his mane, cheek to cheek,

Then place the saddle on his back, with a tug.

Step up, swing over, and grab his reins gently.

Bridle on, bit in mouth, me in saddle,

He leans into me as if to hug me too, with gentleness,

Ready to run, show off what he has accomplished.

Muscles like steel under me, striding about

So smooth, so full of heart, I barely bounce.

His steadiness, his pride, my Stud underneath me

We become one and pick up the pace to a run,

Splash through the stream, soak up the sun

Long jump over the log, to the top of the hill

Where we stop long enough to take in the thrill.

The beauty of nature on any seasonal sunny day,

Romancing a white stallion, as I heed the way

Back through the stream, we slow to a trot, no rush

Then to the barn, he’s rewarded with a hose and brush

He’s playful and funny when he slings water on me

Days like these are gorgeous, happy one like a dream

Just me and White Stallion, a young stud he is,

Loving me, loving him, we end the day with a kiss.

Buy me a coffee?

Picture / Video credits to Grok on X, or Grok app. 10-2025 and to Substack AI Generate I