THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: SO WHO IS GOING TO SOAK MY LEG?

Thursday, May 17, 2012

SO WHO IS GOING TO SOAK MY LEG?

Maybe she'll come home today.....

4 comments:

Kate said...: Keeping fingers crossed . . .; May 17, 2012 at 6:35 AM
Jo said...: Omw what an emotional post, Lori. I am praying for your speedy and complete recovery. Blessings. Jo; May 17, 2012 at 10:35 AM
Annette said...: Glad you're home!! How long will the PT be coming? Brett loved his even tho the work was hard. Keep at it, even when its frustrating and seems like you aren't making progess. One day it will suddenly work wonderful and the pain will be gone. ..and how can you compare your knee to my toes? Not even close. Its like a comparing a scrape to open heart surgery.; May 17, 2012 at 1:41 PM
Terry said...: Abbe, maybe you should soak HER leg!; May 17, 2012 at 4:11 PM

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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Thursday, May 17, 2012

SO WHO IS GOING TO SOAK MY LEG?

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