myth for kentucky bluegrass

The first horse came from the river, the winding, whirling infinite river, the river where the cattails grow, whose currents the fish climb up like a giant tree of the land. The first horses galloped out of the river from the river that came from the mountains at the crown of Africa, and they said “this is not our home.”

They ran and ran until they came to the ocean. And at the ocean they were in awe of the waves that galloped to the shore like bubbly brothers and sisters, crashing and roiling around.

And then, a being settled on top of the waves. And the horses were afraid because the being was large and the color of some sort of great red sun. It had so many arms that whirled around its round giant head. It held a sickle in its hand and on its crown there was a star. And all around it was darkness. And on the water it threw a red veil before it, that rode on the waves like a long carpet of red to the shore.

The being said to the horses, “You have escaped your home. You have escaped the place that we had made for you. You were supposed to be in the mountains. You were meant to run to the ocean, and nothing more. You weren’t meant to see cattail, you weren’t meant to understand the fish, the way they climb up the endless whirling river like a giant tree. You weren’t meant to do that. So you must know love - and that is a curse. Love is always meant to be a curse.” And that was when the horses realized that their hearts were broken. They could not run with the same wildness that they could before.

And that was how they spread through the world. On the red carpet on the ocean, that sent them to every corner of the earth. They felt alone.

But the river knows something about love. The river loves the land, they slowly press into it on the side, they merge into it. They let the land guide it - the river - through its tuns and pool at its crevices. The river waits, and then creates new pathways in the land with a gentle consistency.

Rivers are not one way. They are not one road. This is what confused the great red being. The red being lives in the sky and can’t see the intricacies between the river to the land. There is no single road. So the rivers made many different roads. Every river, stream, brook, and spring brought itself up like little Bluegreen grasses. Every path came up in the form of a grass. And if you looked at them from a distance you could almost see them move - like waves!

You see rolling hills and you almost think it’s an ocean. And so wherever there are horses, there will be bluegrass - and they will know that their home, is all the ways of the world.