For A Horse Named Corwin
Long ago, in another life time (or at least it feels that way), I lived on an 80-acre ranch outside of Globe, Arizona and had a white horse named Snoopy. For years, I rode this horse nearly every day. Often to herd our two milk cows in and at other times to explore the landscape of our hilly desert home. And whether I rode him or not, I cared for him. My horse. My friend. …
