THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: SKYWATCH FRIDAY

Friday, May 22, 2009

SKYWATCH FRIDAY

Sunrise at Skoog Farm. I am definately a morning person...who would want to miss all the beautiful sunrises?

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4 comments:

Gayle said...: Very pretty shot with the barn in the foreground. Wish I was a morning person. That seems to be what most of the world is!; May 22, 2009 at 3:43 AM
Grey Horse Matters said...: Beautiful shot. I love that tree and the barn in shadow. I seem to be a morning person because I have no choice but to get up.; May 22, 2009 at 8:43 AM
Deb said...: I love it..love the streak in the sky...; May 22, 2009 at 9:59 AM
Unknown said...: Beautiful, peaceful shot !!!; May 23, 2009 at 11:28 AM

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

Where to Bury a Horse

If you bury him in this spot,
the secret of which you must already have,
he will come to you when you call;
come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,
they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,
For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass
bent by his footfall,
who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know something
that is hidden from them
and which is well worth the knowing
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Poem for Masterpiece

Masterpiece of '79

He was a dark bay Masterpiece.

Deep chocolate brown

With small coal tipped ears

And three snowy white socks.

An eraser smudge of white

Above his eye

And a star connected to a blaze

Starting narrow and funneling wide

To wrap his lips

in a kiss.

He lived with dignity and joy;

A Masterpiece blend

of longevity

And temperament.

Appaloosa for soundness,

Thoroughbred for heart, and

Quarter Horse for sensible intelligence.

Although he is gone

His Masterpiece remains

In the memory of Jen

Who found and rode him;

And of Lori

Who soaked his beet pulp

And his sore feet,

Who loved him and,

When it was time,

Let him go.

Poem by Annette from Aspen Meadows.
Thank you.....

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Friday, May 22, 2009

SKYWATCH FRIDAY

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