A Painted Horse
A Paint Horse
An awesome morning I was sitting on the front porch, listening to nothing but all peace not a sound one. As the sun was peeping up thru the tree's, soon I seen something had flash in the corner of my eye I turned to look and seen A Painted Horse he was black and white just galloping through the woods into freedom. Awe a beautiful site indeed to sit and watch him at his morning play. He had then stopped and starred at me then we was eye to eye he was glaring at me as he had raised his head up then all of the sudden within a blink of my eye he galloped back into the woods into his freedom. (Floyd) @MO
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