Horse and Rider
The wrangler said ‘Now because of your height (6’1″) and
your weight (an even 200 lbs) I’ve decided you’ll ride Clyde, our Belgian draft horse. He pulls our sleigh in the wintertime.’ At first I’d hoped for a chance at the frisky young paint (Stormy) or maybe the stately quarter (Mouse). But some days God and wranglers conspire at vital remembrances of things long known but forgotten of late – like how you’re never first but always arrive in time, or how you’ve forever been able to carry your weight plus that of others, or how as a boy you’d pray on that sacred night to hear the swish of sleigh bells.
your weight (an even 200 lbs) I’ve decided you’ll ride Clyde, our Belgian draft horse. He pulls our sleigh in the wintertime.’ At first I’d hoped for a chance at the frisky young paint (Stormy) or maybe the stately quarter (Mouse). But some days God and wranglers conspire at vital remembrances of things long known but forgotten of late – like how you’re never first but always arrive in time, or how you’ve forever been able to carry your weight plus that of others, or how as a boy you’d pray on that sacred night to hear the swish of sleigh bells.
John – my comments will start to become repetitive when I say, “I love your writing” !
But my comments are always from the heart, always true.
Greetings from my mountains to yours,
Ali
I especially love the final phrase, John. Blessings, Peg
oh John, I am so glad for that fateful tweet from Seth Haines that led me to your blog. Its been a blessing ever since. Continue on with this magnificent gift you have been given.