The home turf

The Home Turf.


The enclosure’s gate was left open and led by
a tall, black stallion, a natural leader, the horses
escaped and soon galloped to the freedom of
open land. When tired they settled down, grazed
or just enjoyed the day. They were not wild and
when the light faded, on this great land that
casts no shadow, the timid horses thought of
the safety of the ranch, got restless and scraped
hooves on the ground and blowing through their
nostrils. Reluctantly their leader began trotting
back, and as the day became evening the flock
was in the coral they knew; the gate was firmly
shut behind them, as it will be tomorrow and
the days thereafter.