The Horse Listener by Mark M. Hanna
This book brings to life my quest to fulfill my eternal love for the Arabian horse. Keeping that dream alive through heartbreak, triumph, defeat, and perseverance; my dream is fulfilled creating a forever bond that will live throughout the eternities. A must-read book based on true life events giving all an understanding of the passion and kindred connections between horse, man, and the creator. It provides an easy to understand and the proper way to approach the horse to develop a long-lasting partnership.
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This story is the next best thing for all horse enthusiasts, especially the ones who want to improve their abilities to truly and deeply connect with any horse on an entirely spiritual level.
I have created two characters, Matt and Mike, to share my evolution in becoming a Horse Listener. The book comes Autographed and personalized for gifting.
The Horse Listener, Book One, Chapter I
CHAPTER 1 Miracle of Birth The big, beautiful, gray Arabian mare circled in her stall; her waters had already broken. She had lain down once already to position the foal. Her contractions were closer together now. She lay down again and started that one big push....
The Horse Listener, Book One, Chapter II
CHAPTER II The Horse Bug Twenty-Four Years Earlier It was a hot summer day. With our windows wide open, my mom and I drove down the road in our Volvo, with a borrowed horse trailer attached, headed to the auction yard. We were going to rescue a horse. This was...
The Horse Listener, Book One, Chapter III
CHAPTER 3 A Horse in the Barn That first night in the barn with my new mare, hundreds of thoughts ran through my mind. I couldn’t sleep. Mom had come to check on me with a hot cup of tea; it was soothing on those hot summer nights. “Just go to sleep. This will help,”...
The Horse Listener, Book One, Chapter IV
CHAPTER 4 The Trucker Across the Street We had a lot of work to do that day if we wanted to put this horse outside somewhere. Our fences were in bad condition and not safe. The two stalls we had in the barn were knee deep in manure. With our severe lack of tools, we...
The Horse Listener, Book One, Chapter V
My Majestic Princess While living in the big city, it seemed like it was always daytime. In the country before the sun comes up, we have the birds singing, the chickens across the way crowing and the rays of the sun pouring through the window to welcome the new day. I...
The Horse Listener, Book One, Chapter VI
The New Foal Suddenly hearing a familiar noise from the gray mare brought my mind back to the present. Seeing the big bay colt, still wobbly, trying to get his balance, as Mom, now back up on her feet, squealed as she encouraged the baby to nurse. Her afterbirth had...
The Horse Listener, Book One, Chapter VII
The Grange Hall Mom called me to come back into the house, reminding me about the early dinner at the Grange Hall. I asked my Mom again what she thought about what happened with Mike today. She said that she didn’t know what to think and that it was really odd. It was...
The Horse Listener, Book One, Chapter VIII
Who Is Mike Chapman? The next day as I woke up, I noticed that the big Freightliner across the street was gone. I was disappointed because Mike had said that he’d come over today. Mike must have had to make another run. Miya was waiting for me at her stall door. Mike...
The Horse Listener, Book One, Chapter IX
Mike’s Depression Slowly climbing the big grade the next morning up to the Mount Hood Summit, Mike grabbed another gear, allowing his thirty tons of precious hay to inch closer to his destination near Seattle. He was up early that morning putting together his...
The Horse Listener, Book One, Chapter X
You Know Me Too Well “Mom, can I go with Shirley on Thursday to the Grange Hall for the 4-H meeting?” I enthusiastically asked as I bounced down the front porch stairs. “Sure. That’s going to be a great opportunity for you. How are you doing with Miya?” Mom asked as...
The Horse Listener, Book One, Chapter XI
Mike is Glad to be Home Mike Chapman's routine trip to that dairy in Washington became more bearable. Mike had had shared with me, “It was usually a lonely trip back to Alfalfa, but I was really looking forward to getting back home. I wanted to apologize to your...
