Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride,
Friendship without envy,
Or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is served with muscle
And strength by gentleness confined
He serves without servility; he has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent.
There is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.
England's past has been borne on his back.
All our history is in his industry.
We are his heirs, he our inheritance.

Ronald Duncan , "The Horse," 1954

FONT : Kingthings Stirrup

For the Poetography Group

This was Misty. My idiot neighbours horse that they didnt care about.

I used to make sure she had food and water and Love.My dogs used to sit by her on our side of the fence and they learned to share treats.

One day last November she was taken away.

We loved you Misty.. we still do.. and wherever you are... either on this mortal coil or at the Rainbow Bridge.... you KNOW we love you still