“And if man should see
The horse’s magical face,
He would tear out his own impotent tongue
And give it to the horse. For
This magical creature is surely worthy of it.
Then we should hear words.
Words large as apples. Thick
As honey or buttermilk.
Words which penetrate like flame
And, once within the soul, like fire in some hut,
Illuminate its wretched trappings.
Words which do not die
And which we celebrate in song.”
Nikolai Alekseevich Zabolotsky,
“The Face of the Horse”
from The Poetry of Horses.
Last month I found this horse standing in the middle of a country dirt road. I stopped the car, walked towards the animal, and when I was close, I stood still, and waited for it to approach me. It did, and we had a little chat…. then I borrowed Fred’s lead, and led this wild beast by a flimsy length of cotton back to the paddock from which I thought it had escaped. It took about 10 mins to walk back to the main gateway into the property, and then find another gate into the horse paddock. There are no resident owners, just several horses and sheep. It was easy to find where the animal had escaped from…even I could easily step over the fence at one point….. but the paddock I returned it to was a different one. Judging from the manure on the roadside, the horse had been out on the road for at least a couple of weeks. Next day I telephoned the local council. There is great danger when any livestock are loose on the road, let alone a horse. Apparently, others had reported the incident also, and council was still trying to contact the owners……sigh…. Horses should simply not be let to their own devices like this. Anyway, I’ve ‘trespassed’ a couple of times since, to take apples to the horses there, and have made friends with another beside the one I first found on the road. Wonderful kind gentle creatures….. and by the way, this one eating apples, the one I found on the road…. is a stallion. And never was there a kinder gentler creature with impeccable manners. I am sorely tempted to adopt……