Give Me The Handling Of A Horse

The First Place That I Can Well Remember Was A Large Pleasant Meadow With A Pond Clear Water In It. Some Shady Trees Leaned Over It, And Rushes And Water-lilies Grew At The Deep End.

He Has Known Joy And Violence. Felt The Warmth Of Children And The Cruelty Of Abuse. He Has Nearly Died Saving Lives And Merely Been Killed By A Drunken Act. He Has Known The Finery Of Grand Estates And The Filth Of Stinking Slums. He Has Survived Fire And Flood, Starvation And Torment. And Nothing Could Break His Spirit-or His Great Love. This Is His Life. He Is Called The Horse.

Do You Know Why This World Is As Bad As It Is?... It Is Because People Think Only About Their Own Business, And Won't Trouble Themselves To Stand Up For The Oppressed, Nor Bring The Wrong-doers To Light... My Doctrine Is This, That If We See Cruelty Or Wrong That We Have The Power To Stop, And Do Nothing, We Make Ourselves Sharers In The Guilt.

If A Thing Is Right It Can Be Done, And If It Is Wrong It Can Be Done Without; And A Good Man Will Find A Way.

It Is Good People Who Make Good Places