STEED

When I was a young child around the ages of 4 to 6 I believed myself to be a horse. I loved horses so much that I would often refuse to walk upright but instead would amble around on all fours. My parents tell me that I would do this to a point where the skin on my hands & knees would become worn raw. I would also often refuse to speak, opting to 'neigh' instead in an effort to imitate a great steed. I eventually grew out of these behaviours but my admiration for horses remained. Have you ever seen such a majestic creature?

Just the other day when I was in the city I found myself crying as a horse drawn cart pulled some tourists through the busy streets of Melbourne. I imagined him being able to throw off his harness & take off his shoes of steel, to feel the earth move beneath him as he galloped with glee. He was beautiful, we looked into each others eyes & he knew he'd found someone who recognised the free spirit within him & someone who refused to accept the slave that he had become.