When you take the time to think about the winding paths of life, it becomes clear that there are people who come into our lives, then move out of them and if your lucky they return. This is exactly what’s happened with Gemma. She knew us fifteen years ago and recently visited.

There are no longer many horses at Pearsons View, which was certainly a shock for Gemma but we reminisced and she revisited the remaining six horses. She knew the older mares but fell under the spell of four year old Simri …  As a poet she penned some lovely words about Simri and Sarah …

~ SIMRI ~

She moves

like the

Earth 

and Wind

are for her alone –  

She is Simri

words Gemma Radke

FOR SARAH

Deep, dark soulful eyes

filled with a wisdom

beyond even so many moons.

Nostrils flare with the

distant, ancient memory

of the desert winds –

The whisper of your heritage.

Walking proudly, with your gentle sway;

The light irradiates against

the pearly shimmer of your so-white coat.

Your grace defys your age –

The only telling, the soft creases

now making home amongst the

 folds of your velvety muzzle

and all knowing eyes;

and the sweet, spirited contentment of a life

well lived and loved

Words Gemma Radke

Photograph Simri – Trent Miles

Photograph Sarah – Greg Egan