The beauty is vast beneath you
with colors that run deep.
The paint horse bows his head
respecting nature's dignity
You wonder if the Indians
took time to take it in
With all of nature at their feet.
If not, it was a sin.
Who could miss the mountain flowers
colored with fall gold.
Rock cliffs and the wind-burnt trees
have a story that needs told.
You wonder why this ol' horse's head
is bending, oh, so low.
Maybe it's spirit from years gone past,
a sense he truly knows.
Just imagine two hundred years ago
what this country was.
This virgin land teaching warriors
to stop and calmly pause.
You can see how all the spirits
came into the mative's lives.
Now it's you and a painted pony
standing on that mountain side.
Mountain Prayer
by Michael Whitaker
These four pieces are the beginning of a series of painting I want to accomplish as a tribute to the painted pony. I believe they are such a magnificent animal with a great history. Over the course of time I will paint ponies owned by friend and others will be of ones I see at stock shows and in corrals. I hope you will like them as the series grows.
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