THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Pink Glove Dance Competition: Highland Hospital

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Pink Glove Dance Competition: Highland Hospital

4 comments:

Mike and Ann said...: Hello Lori. Our good friend Sue (who lives at the other end of our town) 'phoned Ann five minutes ago to tell her of the excellent dance video you'd just put up. So we've just watched it and we quite agreed with Sue. It really is a great advert for the charity they are supporting. Also it has great relevance for a family member at the moment. Thank you.; October 19, 2011 at 3:49 PM
Farmchick said...: Such a great video! Loved this!; October 19, 2011 at 7:30 PM
Sharon Creech said...: Love this!!; October 20, 2011 at 10:11 AM
Grey Horse Matters said...: This was great! Loved it.; October 24, 2011 at 9:06 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.

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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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Pink Glove Dance Competition: Highland Hospital

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