our barn was built for ponypone.
in my heart and soul it will always be "pony's place".
the raven. the bird i respect and cherish above all else.
the black raven.
the carefree spirit they are.
the good they find in everything. the humor they can find on the darkest days.
the wisdom of the many souls they carry. and of course my ponypone.
the white raven.
the spirit of ponypone. it is always here. i can feel him every moment of everyday.
it represents pony leaving me and making sure i was okay because the grasshopper was here with me.
he knew with the grasshopper here i would survive.
 even though many a days and nights i did not believe i would.
and of course it represents the grey love that now allows me to ride upon his back.
 to kiss his nose and to bury my face deep into his neck and inhale the pure pleasure of the horse.
my grasshopper. my savior.
peace from the north