I live across from a beautiful quarter horse farm . I feel blessed to be able to see it everyday and the horses grazing happily on their bit of piece of paradise! I was on my way to run errands a few days ago and Barbie , a mare I’ve watched since she was born , was with her very first sweet baby Colt . They were by the fence with Annie , another mare, close by. I pulled over as I sometimes do and called the lil’ colt over . I got some good scratchin on him . They all love the attention! Soon Barbie followed and I shared some horse love with her as always. Patiently, Annie waited and then came in for her petting . I love the talk of horses and their gentle eyes speak so much. . . . She pinned her ears back slowly to show the others it was her time now. They obliged with no problem stepping back to allow her space. I pat her and rubbed her, stroked her pretty mane until she was satisfied before going back to eating her lush spring pasture. She was due to give birth any day and has always been a good mothering horse . Well, my heart broke a little yesterday because I heard the news she is not with us any longer .
I know she had her paradise on earth on that beautiful farm with the best care & love. Annie , we’ll miss you .Somewhere in time’s own space There must be some sweet pastured place where creeks sing on and tall trees grow Some paradise where horses go, For by the love that guides my pen I know great horses live again.~ Stanely Harrison