Just a couple of short little love notes.
The horse speaks directly into our soul, instantly bypassing, beyond the everyday suffering and pain of human endurance, and migrate directly into our beating hearts .
Love roberta marie edstrom
"When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes." ...Henry V. -Shakespeare.
Posted on November 20, 2010 at 8:30am — 1 Comment