My Special Horse
She was a little fjording horse not much bigger than
a pony. And she liked human company and she had
a soft spot for me who was lad no more than ten at
the time.  When she was out grazing in the long hazy
spring evening, she came up to the fence and I could
mount her and ride ******* through the evening,
only she continued grazing she only wanted me to sit
there and talk softly about the great things I was going
to do when the sceptre of youth was handed to me.
She- dokka her name- never had a foal, perhaps she saw
me as the substitute. A child is powerless, and my horse
was sold to a horse dealer, the farmer bought a tractor
it was blue and noisy and often broke down that was
because the farmer didn’t understand the working of
the gears and he lamented selling the horse.
the best of time we see when looking back and I know
now the best of time was sitting on the horseback dreaming.