Some great horsey video links!
The big and the small of it
"Really!
Did you have to take me from my bad side."
And this amazing sequence of our regular
and mounted police rehearsing crowd control.
I'd been invited to come and take pix.
"The Horses" by Rachel Richardson
Under the live oak, and out along the stretch
where the moon lights the gravel white—
they're blinking, flanks brilliant,
they're turning their heads. See them
not going anywhere particular, just standing now
outside the gate because the gate is open again
and the road what's beyond.
Some tilt their snouts up to the branches
to nibble at clusters of mistletoe; one shakes
her mane, loosing flies. Someone left the gate open
so they've walked from the dewy field;
see them gathered, scattered all over the road
under the stars, directionless, blowing warm air
from their nostrils. They have no debt to anyone.
Who knows how long they've stood
there, askew in the night, shuffling
and huffing steam. By morning a man will find them
under the low trees by the river
or in flower beds near town. Not because
they are parched or starving. They walk
because night stretches out, and there is a road,
and someone has opened the gate.
(Love this, it is so so gently real.)
VIDEOS
One horse, 18 men 45 seconds CLICK HERE
Horsey moor walking + a lamb 9.15 mins CLICK HERE
and mounted police rehearsing crowd control.
I'd been invited to come and take pix.
"The Horses" by Rachel Richardson
Under the live oak, and out along the stretch
where the moon lights the gravel white—
they're blinking, flanks brilliant,
they're turning their heads. See them
not going anywhere particular, just standing now
outside the gate because the gate is open again
and the road what's beyond.
Some tilt their snouts up to the branches
to nibble at clusters of mistletoe; one shakes
her mane, loosing flies. Someone left the gate open
so they've walked from the dewy field;
see them gathered, scattered all over the road
under the stars, directionless, blowing warm air
from their nostrils. They have no debt to anyone.
Who knows how long they've stood
there, askew in the night, shuffling
and huffing steam. By morning a man will find them
under the low trees by the river
or in flower beds near town. Not because
they are parched or starving. They walk
because night stretches out, and there is a road,
and someone has opened the gate.
(Love this, it is so so gently real.)
VIDEOS
Horsey moor walking + a lamb 9.15 mins CLICK HERE
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