Girl Meets Horse

By Wendy Wahman

I’ve been horse crazy all my life. I love the sight, smell and feel of horses. I love their breath on my hand and their warm, soft, velvety nostrils. I love how their square, heavy bodies balance on those table thin legs. I love their swiveling ears and their broomy tails, swishing flies from each other’s eyes. And those eyes! Oh, don’t get me started.

My husband Joe and I were watching a movie last night. A handsome actor rode in on a dapple gray and I gasped. Joe raised his eyebrows and asked, rhetorically, “It’s the horse, isn’t it.”

A Trot Down Memory Lane

In the number one spot, Brighty of the Grand Canyon. Then anything and everything by Marguerite Henry. Check out this wonderful post on Jacquelyn’s blog: The Nature Lover’s True Story of Brighty of The Grand Canyon

My sister, Sharon, and I used to pour over this book. We played a game, if you could only have one horse on this page, which would it be.

The boy’s name in The Red Pony is Jody. We named our dog, Jody. Gee, I wonder why. We also had a cat named, Pony.

Kiki! One of my all time favorites. I lived in this book.

More Horse Tails

Contemporary Favorites

Erica Silverman’s website

Where’s my horse story, you ask? Well, just hold your horses, 

I’ll be letting this little pony out of the barn real soon.

I know I left out some greats. Please jog my memory and include them to the comments!

Adding these, thanks, you guys:

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.