Halter and Lead
There’s an old faded halter, that hangs in the barn aisle, and no one knows… the story; The dust and fragments, collected along the seams, the scars of tarnish, that decorate the buckles, companied with a worn lead rope. A tired life… For that old halter. Gifted from the farm up the road, upon the imminent closing, of their own beloved barn and stall doors. Donated and handed down, long after the loss of its last resident. One old chestnut gelding; who undoubtedly, loved with
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