It was my first summer in Northern Arizona when I met him. He was tall and strong, with a look of regalness about him. I could not help but move towards him, to touch his outstretched muzzle, and stroke his neck while he uttered soft nickers of approval. He was in a stall, away from… Continue reading Jim Beam
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Song of Life – Oregon
The sun shines brightly upon puffs of clouds that gather like herds grazing In a pasture of baby blue. The larger clusters gather round the abundant hills as cows will to water and shade on a very warm day. One mountain with its ancient, snowy top, lofts high above the others. The biggest group of… Continue reading Song of Life – Oregon