Photo above by Kay Davies, 2014. Photos below from Wikipedia.
and make believe it came from Shay,
who wants us all to write about a letter
Tell us about your travels
Shay will say
and show us photos
of Icelandic scenes.
Tell us where you went
and how you did it
and if you’d like to
go back there again.
I fell in love in Iceland,
I will tell her,
in a very unexpected way:
who nuzzled up
and kissed me,
and all my fear of horses
Both elegant and rustic
and oh so very trusting
Icelandic horses see
us all as friends.
They want us to love them—
they’ll love us in return,
Although they may
look shaggy in the winter,
in a riding ring
they’re oh so swift and fleet.
I didn’t even want to go to Iceland,
but my husband says
I always change my mind.
Animals will often help me change it
and this one is a very special kind.
Posted for Fireblossom Friday in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
My husband is very busy right now, so I'm very glad Wikipedia had so many lovely photographs to illustrate its article on the wonderful Icelandic Horse.
I often tried horseback riding when I was younger, but the horses always felt my fear, and threw me. That was no fun at all, so I've always been wary of horses up close, while admiring them from afar.
We had neighbours who owned several Shetlands, and my younger sister was happy to ride, but I was nervous even feeding them an apple, because they could sense how I felt.
Other friends, who worked as cowboys, tried to teach me, but my emotional connection with their horses was always negative, on both sides.
Icelandic horses, however, which are larger than Shetlands but smaller than quarter horses, let me pet them and hug them until my fear was a thing of the past. And they are so doggone cute. Look at this one in its shaggy winter coat.
The five-gaited Icelandic Horse performs well in the ring, and amazes onlookers with its dexterity and its characteristic tolt gait.