And if I were like lightning,
I wouldn’t need no sneakers;
I’d come and go wherever I would please.
And I’d scare ‘em by the shade tree, 31 more words
Meet my friend Bob. He’s the big Belgian on the left, standing with his owner and brother, Tom, on the right. These were the first horses I ever met and little did I know (as the kid whose parents never let her have a horse of her own) how up close and familiar I’d become with horses from living on a farm. 86 more words