That’s me, the Old Grey Horse
I’m just the guest author today, and I have a great horse story for you.
The mane part of the tail I’m going to tell starts years ago. (Don’t interrupt me, I’v a horse and will use words the way I know). I was living with a couple of friends of a farm, but they preferred to stay near the barn. Not many thought of me as a ‘good looking’ horse – I was grey, a rather prematurely grey so the hansom looking horses would leave me to myself. I on the other hand would wonder all over. The far reaches were almost 3 furlongs from the barn (no I don’t know how far tha is in people speak, I’m just a horse). Down the hill from the farm was a lake, I only know that because I have lots of horse-sense.
I’d wonder all over munching on grass and weeds, it was lots better than the stuff my people served. They told me it was more nutritious whatever that meant. The fresh air and grass were delicious. One day I heard the hum of an engine and well tuned Abarth exhaust system, an a Triumph TR-3 coming up the road from the lake. Later that day I heard it going the other direction. This became a daily ritual so I decided to get a closer look. I made it a point to be at the fence morning and evening. And the driver started to notice me standing at the corner of my fence.
As time went on he would slow a bit and wave at me, and I made it a point to be out for him. We didn’t know names, but he became my new friend. A couple of times he would stop and talk to me, but I’m a horse and don’t really understand ‘people speak’ but we continued with our freindship. If the weather was good I’d take the long walk just to see him, and when the weather was warm enough he’d have the top down on that TR-3. I thought that if I was a person I’d like to ride with him in that lovely car.
What a fine day! I always preferred back roads over super highways, even on the way to work, so crossing the headwaters of a lake and winding uphill past farms made going to work almost worthwhile. Then one day I noticed an old grey horse in the pasture near the road. Everyday he seemed to be closer, leaving the rest of the horses back by the barn. On the way home I began seeing that horse would be right at the fence watching me. So I’d slow up and wave to it. Because it was grey I thought of it as an Old Horse.
Meanwhile back at the barn my owner bought another horse and I was introduced to an attractive Filly. We became friends and, well great friends, and after a while along came a small colt. I began to think of my friend in the sports car so when the colt was able I took the three of us all the way out to the road – the whole 3 furlongs and proudly showed off my new ‘best friend’ and our new colt.
Then for a while I didn’t see the old horse, and I began to feel a bit sorry for it and wondering what happened to it.. Then to my surprise it was standing by the fence with another that looked a bit younger and between them was a small colt. I thought I could even see a proud smile on the ‘old grey horse’ so I realized it was just grey house and not really all that old. I think he was trying to say, “I’m not an old horse, I’m a proud dad!”
for Sunday Photo Fiction Dec 6th, 2015