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.
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.