A dappled horse stood at the edge of the meadow,
He was peaceful and quiet and grey as a shadow.
Something he seemed to be saying to me,
As he stood in the shade of the chestnut tree.
“It’s a wonderful morning,” he seemed to say,
“So jump on my back, and let’s be away!
It’s over the hedge we’ll leap and fly,
And up the hill to the edge of the sky.”
“For over the hill there are fields without end;
On the galloping downs we can run like the wind.
Down pathways we’ll canter, by"

I loved drawing this And the whole time I was reminded of that poem that was a fave of mine as a child Dapple-grays are my all time fave and I'm glad wallaby_jango wanted a dapple Clydesdale boy.

Poem written by James Reeves
Storm Chaser © wallaby_jango, the official BadArt™ Guinea Pig
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