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Susan Austin Paintings
A Journey in Fine Art (Horses) | |
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Stallion prince of the mustang breeds, Coveted prize of men who ride, Never a rope has touched his hide. O Phantom Ghost of heart's desire, Lusty limbed, with soul of fire, Milk-white monarch, may you, free, Race the stars eternally!" S. Omar Barker |
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It's shrill and filled with confidence. They prick their ears and sniff the air. Who is that walking, coming near? Someone who will touch your nose, And rub your forehead, talk in prose, Then paint your portrait as you stand, With strokes made fine by brush in hand. |
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Winds whisper ghostlike messages resounding the cries of Indians, the hoofbeats of spirit ponies, the whistles of cowboys, and the whinnies of quarter horses. The echos of the past sweep into the present as horses cross the river at Sundance Ridge. |
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