THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: FALL SKY

Thursday, August 28, 2008

FALL SKY

Chilly this morning and the sky felt like October. I noticed that Joe's coat is getting much darker...the cold nights are making his winter coat begin to appear.

2 comments:

Lisa & Gerald said...: Yep say good bye to summer hello to fall! I been feeling the cold too! It's almost time to start the wood stove again and have lots of tea parties with the girls hehehehehehe
Hope you have a great night; August 28, 2008 at 8:11 PM
CoyoteFe said...: I'll borow the title from one of Charles deLint's books: Your skies look like "Somewhere to be Flying".

The mornings down here are just cool enought to fill your lungs, and the afternoons are balmy.; August 28, 2008 at 11:55 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.....

Followers

Thursday, August 28, 2008

FALL SKY

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