My apple orchards often contain more than apples! Some of them host animals as well. Here are some of my orchard horses, and a poem about horses.
What are you thinking of
as I pass my fingers
through your manes coarse wool?
I take your cheek into my palm,
you root my coat for food,
shiver a little. It is cold here,
in the bare fields, under blank cloud.
You wander between the stark wire
bending to eat, running now
and then. I would do the same
removed from home and company,
taking the warmth of a strangers hands
light and hesitant, like the rain.
– Cliff Ashcroft