Horses Are Therapy

i enter the barn at the end of the day worries and stress squeezing my shoulders scrunching my brow and hitching my breath halter on and brushes out i tie the lead rope and pull back my hair… Read More

The Ballad of Arthur Warner

In winter nineteen-thirty-two On humble Makwa plains Born to Julia and Walter Art Warner was his name. He dug for gold when he was eight, Went trapping after school, He learned to fly, and ride, and boat, And… Read More