“Aria’s not just a horse. Aria’s my Pegasus!” DawnHoof
Aria flies and floats along the path,
With rhythmic movement,
Seeing – not as a horse sees,
Reacting – not as a horse reacts.
Aria possesses the freshness of Nature —
Riding trails she’s never seen before
With an elegant grace beyond
Her tender, ‘green’ years.
(She’s just turning 6 at the time of this writing — 11 now, in 2018)
Beyond a mere horse – as splendid as horses are,
Into the realm of Fantasy.
My Pegasus Horse sniffs
The wind and carries me to Magical Places.
Always willing, always forward,
Lifting both my earthly weight, and hers,
Freely. Effortlessly. Without hesitation.
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 –
And the importance she plays in my
Four-generation horse genealogy.
Aria, the Granddaughter of my foundation mare, 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.
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!
Copyright 2013, 2018