It's not about the ribbons, or the glory that you'll get. It's not about them running fast, so you can win a bet. It's not about how high...

“Silence is golden”, or so people say, However, with horses, to this I go, “nay!” A horse may not speak in the way that we do, But they...

You must run your hand o’er your horse. How else would you find something strange? Take your gloves and your brushes, and from them...

The crop is a tool that many use, Some light handed, some abuse. Me? Myself? I love this thing, Now its praises I shall sing. Extended...

Another nuisance dares to land. Meeting death by my swift hand.