OLD GRAY MARE.
OLD GRAY MARE
Acrylic on canvas 48” x 60
I have fond memories of a huge and ragged Shire Horse that lived on the Yorkshire Moors in England. Hanging from the tree branches above her, my friends and I would lower ourselves on to the big shire’s back. Once we were seated she would go about her business walking and eating as though we did not exist. But as soon as we slid off her back, the game was on.
The old shire would chase us all over the moors, through the trees and the high grass. Tossing her head in pretend aggression she made galloping fake charges that scattered all of us with laughter and excitement. She never once caught us, even if we fell she waited until we could get up and then the game would resume with flying shaggy mane and squeals of laughter.