Field of Rocking Horses – Lincoln, MA

Driving through the quiet back roads of Lincoln, we came suddenly upon an open field dotted with a whimsical collection of rocking horses. The display feels unexpected, especially in a town better known for its colonial roots, preserved landscapes and literary connections.

The horses themselves feel like folk art arranged outdoors thatcher than tucked into a gallery. We stumbled upon them while driving past.  The rocking horses feel entirely at home here, they don’t interrupt the landscape, they animate it.

Most of the discoveries I find in small towns are marked with plaques and explanations. In a region filled with battle roads, colonial houses and solemn memorials, these rocking horses offer a different kind of landmark: one rooted in delight. On a quiet Lincoln road this field of rocking horses becomes a pause in the day and a reason to simile.