Descriptive Essay: A Place In The Barrroom

I position the barrow in front of the stall door so I can clean the stalls so I can easily throw the soiled shavings into it standing in the middle of each stall. The barn is quiet again and the repetition of motion to clean stalls is relaxing, it’s calming. I move onto emptying the water left over from the night before so I can refill each bucket with clean water, I then sweep the aisle to clear the fallen hay and muck that missed the barrow. After finishing inside the barn I walk into the field where my own horse is lazily grazing to bring him in so I can enjoy a warm afternoon ride. After 20 minutes of being ignored and ran away from in the field I finally manage to bribe my spirited yet amusing horse to walk over to me. I clip a lead line on his worn leather halter and lead him back into the barn, I

Once back, I begin to bring horses inside and I can hear the sound of rain on the tin roof. I quickly scoop grain into buckets and the smell of feed fills the air with its sweet fragrance, I dump feed into each horses’ buckets and give each their nightly hay. I do a final walk through to check on each of the horses and I walk by his stall my favorite pony pokes his head out for attention, I give him a quick rub and continue down the row of stalls making sure to check on everyone. I turn off the lights, slide the old heavy door closed and run in the now pelting rain back to the house, once I reach the screened porch I take off my muddy boots and walk inside to change into dry clothes. Since my day is over, cut short by the rain I relax on the couch with a cup of Earl Grey tea, turn on the television and find a good movie to watch while a frozen dinner bakes in the