Horse and Rider

Horse and Rider

When my brother walks into my life I am delighted. He is a man of like passions and spirit. When he rides in on a horse  I am guarded. Whether the horse be named Reverend or Doctor or Sir, a man on horseback moves about differently than a man on foot.

Horses are of a different passion and spirit. A horse is always noticed before the rider and rightly so. Though the rider may hold the reins, the horse may carry the bit in its teeth.

I am on foot. Perhaps tomorrow my brother will be on foot again also.

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