I have often been asked why do I like horses so much. Look into one's eyes. There you will see generations of horses who have served the human for thousands of years faithfully for nothing in return, beaten horses, starved horses, horses who no longer possess a sprit. They deserve to be loved and respected as much as humanly possible. Let them run free again. Let them no longer be a faithful beast, but embrace them as you would a dear friend, for they are.

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Dark Horse, by Barbara Anne Dunn

Dark Horse!

Lone phantom of the Ages-- Mastery dreamt of by paupers and kings.

Ne'er one save The Ghost Warrior dare ride!

Dark Horse!

Thy dauntless Soul bearing the luminous fires of Prometheus--

Forever answering to battle's haunting call.

Dark Horse!

Distant thundering of righteous

Gods beating your bold heart to the ceaseless rhythm of Eternity.

Dark Horse!

Thy echoing hooves so nobly blest by the gift of Mercury's wings--

Liquid silver running o'er the plains.

Dark Horse!

Immortal guidon of restless nomads,

Sages weeping to grasp Thy wisdom, Garnered truly through such lucid eyes.

Dark Horse!

Captured fleetingly by the Artist's brush, Stabled lovingly in Man's treasured tomes, Forever living and never dying.

Dark Horse!

Pounding down through time; Solitary witness to the pursuits of men, And privy to the realms of Angels

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I wish I could run like you, she thought. I wonder if I wouldn't be happier if I were a horse instead of a human?...Run with me...

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And God took a handful of southerly wind, blew His breath over it and created the horse. ~Bedouin Legend

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Horses are the most agreeable friends. They ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.

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For a good list of 15 reasons to date an Equestrian, head over to my favorite cowgirls blog here:

http://patrioticcowgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-need-band-aid.html