Each horse is unique. My "untrainable" "pasture pet" wild mustang, Spring Rose, is a beautiful loving soul. And she bows to no one. ...

The Christmas Dream. . . The Coming of The Great Light In the warmth of the fire, on Christmas Eve, My body dissolved. . . into epiphany....

"Lots of Unhappiness, Maybe So. . But What Would Happen If We All Tried To Be Like Santa, and Learn To Give, As Only He Can Give, Of...

A poem "Where do all the old and unwanted horses go, When they no longer have a home? Where do the blind and injured rest, After they...