galloping in place
galloping in place 1953 I lined them up in tiny groups delicate, ceramic three wild manes one tail streaming a mended leg three galloping one rearing the foal curled near her mom none larger than an inch and a half ever my herd my horses
I love the world that children can create. When my daughter was 8-9, we lived on a boat and for Christmas, everything she received could fit in a shoebox.And the horses marched in...Magic.