Apropos

I'm tearing my old house apart, and I found this clipped from a horse-mag, no idea which one, sorry. The clipping isn't that old, so I guess this quote isn't, either.

"Somewhere...Somewhere
in time's own place.
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."
Stanley Harrison.

Thank you, Stanley.

To the love that guides us, and the pens that tells the tales.
I hope I can channel those great horses again, one day.

Happy Mothers Day!