A post I am revisiting from my old blog dated 3-13-14. We were on a road trip.
I often wonder how TexWis Girl is. Don't you wonder about old blogging friends we don't hear from now? Whatever she is doing I wish her well, and thank her again for pointing out that these are mules and not horses. I thought of myself as a real city girl that day and yes, I am smiling. A Mule is half horse, half donkey so I guess I was half right, and yes I am still smiling. Wherever you are, thanks for the correction TW :) I thought of removing the poem because it's all about horses, but I like it so decided to keep it as is.
"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."
Mules also I would imagine, but this is a lovely poem, and they certainly are very handsome.
It's those long ears isn't it? And maybe I wasn't paying as much attention to detail as I should have done. Now I look at their expressions, they look a little disgusted that I confused them with horses.
Captain Stanley Harrison, described as a pioneer of racing in Winnipeg, Canada, born in Lancashire, England, March 24th, 1885 and passed away in January 1980. He was one of eight children born to James and Annie Harrison. He moved to Canada in 1904. A very interesting life if you click on his name below the poem.
