I had to laugh, TexWis Girl pointed out that these are mules and not horses. Ah well, I know now. A Mule is half horse, half donkey so I guess I was half right, and yes I am still chuckling. Thanks for the correction TW :) I thought of removing the poem but I like it so decided to keep it as is.
"Somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place,
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen,
I know great horses live again."
It's those long ears isn't it? Now I look at their expressions, they look a little disgusted that I confused them with horses. Mules can be beautiful too.