Horses are predictably unpredictable

Horses are predictably unpredictable

Morgan!--She ain't nothing else, and I've got the papers to prove
it.
Sired by Chippewa Chief, and twelve read more

Morgan!--She ain't nothing else, and I've got the papers to prove
it.
Sired by Chippewa Chief, and twelve hundred dollars won't buy
her.
Briggs of Turlumme owned her. Did you know Briggs of Turlumme?--
Busted hisself in White Pine and blew out his brains down in
Frisco?

The king is come. Deal mildly with his youth;
For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more.

The king is come. Deal mildly with his youth;
For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more.

Round-hoofed, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide,
High crest, read more

Round-hoofed, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide:
Look what a horse should have he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.

A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability read more

A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.

And the watchman told, saying, He came even unto them, and cometh
not again: and the driving is like read more

And the watchman told, saying, He came even unto them, and cometh
not again: and the driving is like the driving of Jehu the son
of Nimski; for he driveth furiously.

Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt read more

Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,
Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,
Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer;
Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise bad or good,
'Til at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.

Horses make a landscape look beautiful

Horses make a landscape look beautiful