On his dazzling coat, was the glint of sunshine,
His hooves sturdy as iron, his head held high,
He flicked his mane full of hair oh so fine,
With looks that’ll kill and an attitude that’ll never die.
The Majestic Stallion.
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Monthly Archives: August 2012
A ‘Great’ Invention.
Most of us are addicted to it. Most have a specific slot in our time-tables for it. We come back tired from school or work, but still religiously flip through it’s channels. However, has anyone stopped and thought, “Do we actually need it?”
The King In Stripes
The breeze.
The breeze is the only source of sound around me. The scent of the grass, the softness of the mud and the gentle playing of the breeze upon my face are the only things I sense other than the silent thuds of the busy hooves in front of me.