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Behold the ponies in the field who neither sow, nor do they reap: they run with unabated zeal from dawn until they pause to sleep. They do not worry, fuss, nor fret that with a hand or two they'd yet become a horse, majestic steed, a noble beast of strength and speed that all admire. A pony's satisfied with sun for warmth and grass to eat, a stable's shelter when the sleet of winter falls, and one to ride them round the ring, through woods, to dappled meadows, fine and good.
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Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
Sufficient Unto the Hay
Behold the ponies in the field who neither sow, nor do they reap: they run with unabated zeal from dawn until they pause to sleep. They do not worry, fuss, nor fret that with a hand or two they'd yet become a horse, majestic steed, a noble beast of strength and speed that all admire. A pony's satisfied with sun for warmth and grass to eat, a stable's shelter when the sleet of winter falls, and one to ride them round the ring, through woods, to dappled meadows, fine and good.
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57/M/Gulf Islands, BC, Canada
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
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