THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: BEACH HOUSE

Friday, July 18, 2008

BEACH HOUSE

Tonight we got off the farm and went out to Sandy Harbor on Lake Ontario. We were invited to dinner at the Bott house and proceeded to walk down to the yacht club so we could shake down dinner and I could get some material for this journal.

3 comments:

RJJ said...: Love your "Sunshine"; July 19, 2008 at 12:15 AM
Lisa & Gerald said...: WOW the the beach house what a beautiful place with a beautiful view! Hope you dipped your toes in lake Ontario~ Thanks for sharing your beautiful night with us; July 19, 2008 at 7:09 AM
Unknown said...: It's a beautiful large house.
I'm surprised for it seems there is nobody on the beach. Did you manage not to take the people or is it a very quiet place ?; July 19, 2008 at 12:44 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.

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, July 18, 2008

BEACH HOUSE

3 comments: