Thought I'd share this poem with you, want to use it on one of my scrapbook pages.
The Reality Of The Horse
The Beauty of the horse, the softness of the hair, the fragrance of the beast, it speaks to me.
The kindness of the being, the thunder of the hoof, the rhythm of the gait, all speaks to me.
The gentleness of the touch, the freshness of the breath, the kindness of the eye, it speaks to me.
The strength of his life, the taste of his speed, the trail that we take, and the life that he gives, they speak to me, and my heart.
And the heart soars.
Tessie, With a Whip and a Chair!
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