‘The other day when I drove past a pasture near where I live, something prompted me to pull over to take a closer look.
That’s when one of the horses walked up to the fence and looked me straight in the eyes. Did I know him from somewhere in my past? Then, I remembered the farm and the accident when I was sixteen years old.
Horse-In-The-Pasture© by Mary Gilmartin
It was a beautiful summer’s day when I took the horses out of the barn with my older brother for a ride in the meadow. Jamie had saddled Spirit and galloped wildly across the field. I tried to follow close behind on the back of Manchester. He was getting old and not as fast. It was difficult to hold on tight with no saddle to anchor me down. We had not traveled far when dear old Manchester lost his footing from the chasing. We fell down the embankment and my body flew through the air. I landed on the hard ground with a bang realizing that I could not move. The rest of that summer I spent learning how to walk all over again hobbling around the house using a cane to balance myself. . .
I sensed my new-found friend wanted his portrait taken before I left. I think he posed rather nicely, don’t you?
And, if I am not mistaken I think I see a smile underneath that “butterfly birthmark” on his face. I thanked my new friend for the memory before I departed.”
Written and Photographed by Mary Gilmartin, December 20, 2012