THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: SUNDAY STILLS CHALLENGE

Saturday, November 28, 2009

SUNDAY STILLS CHALLENGE - THE LETTER "T"

TREE....

TEETH....

THUMBS UP....

TROT....

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11 comments:

allhorsestuff said...: Oh I LOOOVE all your photo's..perect! And Abbey..too blame cute that pony is! Adorable...nailed the challenge my dear!; November 28, 2009 at 10:21 PM
Anonymous said...: i like the bare tree photo, nicely composed; November 29, 2009 at 5:01 AM
Anonymous said...: If I could only get the French people in my English classes to pronounce the "th"!
Lovely photos!!; November 29, 2009 at 6:48 AM
Anonymous said...: Nice job!; November 29, 2009 at 8:49 AM
thecrazysheeplady said...: Fun, as always :-).; November 29, 2009 at 9:07 AM
Shirley said...: The "teeth" are precious!; November 29, 2009 at 9:24 AM
Anonymous said...: Love the tree shot! Very nice!; November 29, 2009 at 9:25 AM
Janice said...: I'm a fan of the thumbs up what a cute shot.; November 29, 2009 at 10:17 AM
Tracey said...: Lovely images, Lori!; November 29, 2009 at 11:34 AM
Laughing Orca Ranch said...: These were all great...and I enjoyed the trotting video, too. :)

~Lisa; November 29, 2009 at 12:45 PM
Holly said...: great shots!; November 29, 2009 at 3:53 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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Saturday, November 28, 2009

SUNDAY STILLS CHALLENGE - THE LETTER "T"

11 comments: