power of h Weblog

If you’ve ever stood next to a horse, you are struck by both how large an animal they are and how noble. My grandfather had three horses, King, Queen and I’ll say Prince (I’m not sure of his name). They were mere working horses. No thoroughbreds here. But they moved with such nobility and grace. And I can still here the clap of their hoffs on the cement as they stepped out of their barn. (The horses were kept in a separate barn from the cattle and pigs.) My grandfather was a smith and I had watched him shoe many a horse. And always he spoke to them with firmness and kindness which relaxed them as he fitted their shoes. And then he took out those nails. The horses never flinched.