For: Pony Express Day
For: Pony Express Day
rain, rainbow, rose, race, robin
gaps between horses
gaps between fountains
gap between columns
gap between the dome and the bell tower
York Racecourse is a horse racing venue in York, North Yorkshire, England. It is the third biggest racecourse in Britain in terms of total prize money offered, and second behind Ascot in prize money offered per meeting. (Wikipedia)
All he could do now is hope that someone out there, some crew member of a ship or a plane, would see the fire or the message they left in the sand. He looked at the fire and then overlooked the island. From where he stood he could see the entire island. The luscious bush and the beach, where they found themselves stranded. He was wondering if she knew. She probably did by now. He so wanted to let her know that he was okay. That the horse was fine too. He had to go back. The others were trying to build a shelter for the night. One of them was injured. Hopefully someone would be here to rescue them soon.
Every time he thought about her, about them, about their coming wedding, the plans, her white dress, his tuxedo, the cake and all the shivaree – he couldn’t help himself but get emotional. If there was some way to send her his message – some sort of telesthesia – that he was fine, that the horse, gentle and docile, was fine too. He was just supposed to bring the horse to her as a wedding present. But that prodigious waves and storm made the ship capsize. He and the horse ended up being stranded in this island, along with some other survivors.
The entire island wasn’t bad at all, with the luscious bush and the beach, the grass still wet with dew – it was like a paradise. Oh how he wished she was here, too. He helped the others build some shelter for the night. He also looked after the one who was injured. He put some bandage around the person’s injured elbow and gave him a drink from a coconut, if only they have a glass, but drinking it from the coconut husk was also adequate. He told the injured to rest. They just have to hope and wait.
As I lay down to sleep
I dream of you, my white horse
I can hear your distant tapping on the road
Like a deepening drumming as you galloped by
And when you present yourself outside my window
Such a wonderful sight, so elegant and proud
Yes, we’ll ride together over meadows and lanes
Over mountains and plains as the moon and stars watch
We’ll ride over streamlets and seas
As the fish swim and the birds fly by the sea
I like the wind caressing me with the whisk of your tail
I like the sound of your neigh as we fly together
Dreaming away to our own magical world
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