Today’s dose of horse poetry is a Bedouin Legend dedicated to the creature around which their nomad lives still revolve.
And Allah took a handful of southerly wind, blew His breath over it, and created the horse…. Thou shall fly without wings, and conquer without any sword.
Oh, horse.
Oh, horse.
Simple Beauty
The Bedouin culture valued their horses above all else, often sleeping in the same quarters. If you prefer something a little longer, be sure to read The Undertaker’s Horse and stay tuned for next week’s poem.