With 2 working parents, every day I either had to go to Conine’s or to nursery school. Whatever the option, we always had to drive by the last remaining horse farm in North St. Louis County. It stood at a busy intersection, and the traffic roaring by never bothered the languid grazing of the horses.
One morning while stuck in traffic at this intersection, I noticed a man sitting at the bus stop reading his newspaper. Directly behind him - like a dapple gray frame with a swinging tail - was a horse’s ass. Over the car radio, Mr. Steven’s provided editorial comment: “It's time to realize that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder/Everything is beautiful in its own way.”
See and hear the song.
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