Several years passed. Each spring as the peeps began their song down at the pond, the birds began to schweet, schweet and the sun warmed chilly winter souls, my heart yearned for mare stare and brand new lives to nurture and love. Sadly, I would shove such yearnings way down deep, turning my gaze away from the once beloved barn, ignoring the state of the fences, the growing weeds, continuing on with my less than idyllic life. My soul grew rusty along with the fences, was tangled and choked with weeds. My eyes grew dimmer without foals to charm them. My head was downcast not seeing the sun, refusing to hear the birds and peeps.
Several years passed and....the ghosts of horses who once blessed my life with their mere prescence, Raven, Diva, Freedom....oh Freedom, such a scamp you were, Spirit...such a beautiful soul and the many others, raised their heads as one and their beautiful eyes met mine. I couldn't ignore them. How could anyone? The yearnings, buried so deep for so long, shook me again with their exit from their tomb. They would not be denied, horses had to come back into my life. My happiness was dependent upon them. I needed them and I knew somewhere out there, there were those who needed me.
