National Poetry Month: Stanley Harrison
24. Apr, 2009 
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Somewhere in time’s own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
~Stanley Harrison
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Great little poem.
Isn’t that one sweet?
Just imagine the occupants of that pasture:
Secretariat
Man O’War
My sister’s Shetland Pony Flicka
(add your own here)