What Right Had They To Make Me

We Call Them Dumb Animals, And So They Are, For They Cannot Tell Us How They Feel, But They Do Not Suffer Less Because They Have No Words.

He Said Cruelty Was The Devil's Own Trade-mark, And If We Saw Any One Who Took Pleasure In Cruelty We Might Know Who He Belonged To, For The Devil Was A Murderer From The Beginning, And A Tormentor To The End. On The Other Hand, Where We Saw People Who Loved Their Neighbors, And Were Kind To Man And Beast, We Might Know That Was God's Mark.

My Troubles Are All Over, And I Am At Home; And Often Before I Am Quite Awake, I Fancy I Am Still In The Orchard At Birtwick, Standing With My Friends Under The Apple Trees.

He Has Known Joy And Violence. Felt The Warmth Of Children And The Cruelty Of Abuse. He Has Nearly Died Saving Lives And Merely Been Killed By A Drunken Act. He Has Known The Finery Of Grand Estates And The Filth Of Stinking Slums. He Has Survived Fire And Flood, Starvation And Torment. And Nothing Could Break His Spirit-or His Great Love. This Is His Life. He Is Called The Horse.

It Is Good People Who Make Good Places