AML
Well-Known Member
Will you raise a glass to that brown horse?
You know the one. When you pull up at the end of a run and look around to see whos left. There he always is. There is nothing eye - catching or flashy about him. He doesnt make you go wow when you watch him gallop and jump, but every time, at the end of a run. There he is.
He wins no medals, no rosettes, but he gives great pleasure to anyone lucky enough to be offered a day on him. A safe, sane, sensible, but still thrilling jaunt over whatever terrain he is asked to cross. He is gold dust.
Beneath all that muscle and power, that he lends so willing, lies a fragility that can strike at any time. It struck for one brown horse today and there was nothing to be done, except let him go with the dignity he so richly deserved.
So, to all those brown, workman like horses, that quietly and efficiently, go about the job of conveying, less than brilliant riders, safely on the hunting field
Heres to you.
You know the one. When you pull up at the end of a run and look around to see whos left. There he always is. There is nothing eye - catching or flashy about him. He doesnt make you go wow when you watch him gallop and jump, but every time, at the end of a run. There he is.
He wins no medals, no rosettes, but he gives great pleasure to anyone lucky enough to be offered a day on him. A safe, sane, sensible, but still thrilling jaunt over whatever terrain he is asked to cross. He is gold dust.
Beneath all that muscle and power, that he lends so willing, lies a fragility that can strike at any time. It struck for one brown horse today and there was nothing to be done, except let him go with the dignity he so richly deserved.
So, to all those brown, workman like horses, that quietly and efficiently, go about the job of conveying, less than brilliant riders, safely on the hunting field
Heres to you.