When you lay me to slumber no spot you can choose
But will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes
And under the daisies no grave be so deep
But the hoofs of the horses shall sound in my sleep.
(from the poem "The Hoofs of the Horses" by William Ogilvie)
Some horses come into our lives and stay awhile and then move on. Then there are the special ones who come into our lives....and leave hoofprints across our hearts
