" Brewster "
April 1 1984 ---- Sept. 22 1996
Horse
Iron Horse
Love came softly lowered its head
I couldn't run away from you so I reached for you instead.
There you stood over fifteen hands high
my heart was pounding I couldn't breathe I thought I was going to die.
Never could I have imadined not in my wildest dreams this place this
horse this moment in time no matter how real it seems.
To come face to face with my fantacy to once again feel whole to look into
your eyes and realize the depth of my own soul.
| Brewster |
| Haines |