[JustAmy]

December 29, 2008

Graphics and MP3 link by Billie

[gardengirl]

Mornin’ all.

Beautiful. That’s one of my favorite songs. I was so horse crazy when I was little, it’s a wonder my folks didn’t ship me out west/no return address. LOL

[MEG33]

Happy Monday To Amy's Place

Love "Wildfire"!..Beautiful opening, Billie and Amy.
I am not ready for the after Christmas cleanup nor the paperwork
...so I am bird watching this cold, sunny morning.

[JustAmy]

YIKES .... I missed pinging some of you to today’s Opening. I apologize.

Please see post #3059.

[jaycee]

Poor little lonesome baby!

[jaycee]

A very beautiful horse in your opening this morning. Like that music also, girls!

Getting ready to run a couple of errands....will see ya’ll later! Very lovely Holiday display, Amy! Glad you are a lot better...its rough being sick during the holidays.

[Lady Jag]

White Horses

Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso weed; By chartless reef and channel, Or crafty coastwise bars, But most the ocean-meadows All purple to the stars! Who holds the rein upon you? The latest gale let free. What meat is in your mangers? The glut of all the sea. 'Twixt tide and tide's returning Great store of newly dead, -- The bones of those that faced us, And the hearts of those that fled. Afar, off-shore and single, Some stallion, rearing swift, Neighs hungry for new fodder, And calls us to the drift: Then down the cloven ridges -- A million hooves unshod -- Break forth the mad White Horses To seek their meat from God! Girth-deep in hissing water Our furious vanguard strains -- Through mist of mighty tramplings Roll up the fore-blown manes -- A hundred leagues to leeward, Ere yet the deep is stirred, The groaning rollers carry The coming of the herd! Whose hand may grip your nostrils -- Your forelock who may hold? E'en they that use the broads with us -- The riders bred and bold, That spy upon our matings, That rope us where we run -- They know the strong White Horses From father unto son. We breathe about their cradles, We race their babes ashore, We snuff against their thresholds, We nuzzle at their door; By day with stamping squadrons, By night in whinnying droves, Creep up the wise White Horses, To call them from their loves. And come they for your calling? No wit of man may save. They hear the loosed White Horses Above their fathers' grave; And, kin of those we crippled, And, sons of those we slew, Spur down the wild white riders To school the herds anew. What service have ye paid them, Oh jealous steeds and strong? Save we that throw their weaklings, Is none dare work them wrong; While thick around the homestead Our snow-backed leaders graze -- A guard behind their plunder, And a veil before their ways. With march and countermarchings -- With weight of wheeling hosts -- Stray mob or bands embattled -- We ring the chosen coasts: And, careless of our clamour That bids the stranger fly, At peace with our pickets The wild white riders lie. . . . . Trust ye that curdled hollows -- Trust ye the neighing wind -- Trust ye the moaning groundswell -- Our herds are close behind! To bray your foeman's armies -- To chill and snap his sword -- Trust ye the wild White Horses, The Horses of the Lord! Rudyard Kipling

Based on Revelations 19 & 20

[Kitty Mittens]

Amy and Billie, your #3059 is just Excellent; Billie, your Graphic is Perfect for the 'Wildfire' Song, and the Lovely Face of the Girl in the Pic Looks just Like I would Imagine Wildfire's Owner to Look; so Beautiful and Elegant. (I Remember the Wildfire Song from Years Ago, and it's Good to Hear it Again. Thank you!)

Thank you to Everyone for the Pings!

[jaycee]

I just had to remark on this picture again. I looked at the beautiful muscular horse, the moon, etc. and thats all I saw.
As I kept reading posts, I kept hearing of the beautiful girl. I checked back once and still didn’t see it.

Last night when Kitty made another remark about it, I went back again and there was that beautiful face that I just kept missing. Its funny when you look too hard, you can’t see it.
It was lovely!