"Somewhere...somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some Paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again."
-Stanley Harrison
A sad day.
Thank you for posting this poem. It helps.
Very nice. Thank you.
I'd like to think that Barbaro is running free in a pasture somewhere...free from pain and suffering.
"Where in the world can man find nobility without pride,
friendship without envy,
or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is laced with muscle,
and strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility,
has fought without enmity,
There is nothing so powerful,
nothing less violent,
nothing as quick,
nothing more patient.
The world's past has been borne on his back.
We are his heirs;
he is our inheritance.
The horse."
-- Ronald Duncan in Ode to the Horse