This is my horse, Prince.
He took me to far off lands, over snow covered mountains, through misty valleys and shimmering forests.
Sometimes he wore a crown of silver, sometimes a cape of gold.
And at the end of each exhausted day he would stand guard outside my bedroom door.
Prince is old now. He leads a quiet rocking horse life.
But one day, the light will return to his eyes.
A child will gather the reins.
She will take his long white mane in her hand, lean forward in the saddle and cry,
‘Away, my Prince. Away.’
How lovely!
I want a horse just like yours 😉
There’s only one of him in the whole wide world! Magic horses are very rare.
My magic horses were the little plastic horses you got in farm sets. I had over a hundred at one stage. Oh, the adventures my little herds would have!
Beautiful, Gabi! I so longed for one of those horses when I was little (and not so little). Unthwarted, I made my own with a broom, a length of red rope and a piece of orange material fringe. What adventures we had, my broom and I. 🙂
Can’t wait to read it, Gabi.