HOSSES

    I never liked riding horses. I found them to be contrary critters using an instinctual  passive/aggressive strategy to make things difficult.
 Ride down a trail with barely enough room to avoid hanging branches  and the horse will nudge over just far enough to whack you about the head and legs and maybe scrape you out of the saddle
 When you are holding the reins leading a horse do not make the mistake of trying to jump over some small obstacle like an irrigation ditch or even a log or a bunch of rocks. Do it and your horse will try to jump a bit too far, thereby hitting you with its nose. It's like getting punched in the back by somebody who weighs 950 pounds and stands around 7 feet tall.
 Do not assume that horses don't bite humans. Stand with your back turned too long and you can expect a nibble on your shoulder or upper arm. Hang on too long to a stalk of celery or a carrot or some such treat and you can expect those choppers the size of half dollars to clomp down  on your hand,
  But when you get past personality, a horse is an amazingly beautiful creature with pleasant lines, expressive features and an uncanny grace while moving that 950 pound body. If you draw, paint, sculpt, take photographs or make videos the temptation to feature an available horse becomes almost impossible to resist. That's why the first human cave paintings featured horses.
 And the result of this human instinct to make images of horses is that it makes the artwork much better than when the artist takes on any of the other critters, scenery or humans out there in inspiration land.


Song for Mom and Dad

Dear mother and dear father both long gone
 You each live a bit in me and my spawn.
 I have passed along the love you gave me.
 And those I love will, in turn, love us three.
 Dear mother dear father and yours truly.
 But to pass such love a man needs a wife
 And wives require husbands to add new life.
 So our tight circle of mom, dad and son
 Widens to all who've lived under the sun
 And to all the unborn, their songs unsung.
 Dear mother and dear father hear my song
 Across gulfs of time and mortality
 As I hope my own spawn will sing to me
When all too soon I'll be like you–long gone.