THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: IT'S RAINING...IT'S POURING....

Saturday, March 7, 2009

IT'S RAINING...IT'S POURING....

so I let all the horses into the indoor after I worked with Abbe... This video is for Gayle in Alaska, as she has wanted to see how a horse looks when it rolls.

2 comments:

Gayle said...: I love it! :) Just like a big over-grown puppy rolling about. I can't believe an animal that size can get from its back to legs so quickly and easily. Just amazing. He looked to be having a really good time at it!; March 7, 2009 at 6:32 PM
Kenney's said...: Great video, looks like you're on your way. I tried YouTube today to no avail. We made you a DVD of Friday. Winnie likes to run around in there doesn't she?; March 8, 2009 at 7:02 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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Saturday, March 7, 2009

IT'S RAINING...IT'S POURING....

2 comments: