Aria is not a horse. Aria is a Pegasus.
She flies and floats along the path,
With rhythmic movement,
Seeing – not just as a horse sees,
Reacting – not just as a horse reacts.
She processes the freshness of Nature,
Of riding trails she’s never seen before –
With an elegant grace beyond,
Certainly, her tender, ‘green’ years.
(she’s just turning 6)
Beyond even a mere horse – as splendid as horses are;
Into the realm of Fantasy. My Fantasy.
That my Pegasus Horse will sniff
The wind and carry me to Magical Places.
Always willing, always forward,
Lifting both my earthly weight, and hers,
Freely. Effortlessly. Without hesitation.
And lifting my SOUL and heart and
Passion for Life in the process!
Aria restores my faith in God, in Life’s
Bigger Picture – that all things certainly do
Work together for good – even her
Broken knee at 4-months of age
(the Vets wanted to euthanize)
Which by prayer and herbs,
Love and fate, healed and
Meshed to 100% perfection!
Beyond coincidence. Beyond chance.
God knew His plans for her, for us –
For Aria, the Granddaughter of Fanta,
Niece of Starboy, Daughter of Faramir,
Daughter of Fae, Sister of Laddie,
Mother of Hokuleia, heir-apparent
Of all that is good from that now-famous line –
– Bloodlines that look and flow like a Morgan,
Gaited, I swear, her running-trot
So smooth and fluid, my head never bobs,
Speeding so fast, the others
Must canter to keep pace.
And now this: Aria, My Pegasus.
My 3rd-Generation Mare,
Each one improving those before,
Actualizing my Childhood Dreams,
Fulfilling my Horsey Whimsy.
Satisfying every ounce of my Soul!