THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: ATTENTION HORSE PALS....

Monday, December 28, 2009

ATTENTION HORSE PALS....

Be sure to click on my link to "Enlightened Horsemanship Through Touch" and watch the videos from Norway on THE POWER OF THE HORSE. Sweet.

4 comments:

Mary Ellen said...: I just had to jump on quickly during my lunch break to say thank you. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! You're the sweetest person. I love the CD - you have the best taste in music EVER. I'm going to find time to blog somehow, even if it means I quit sleeping. Or cleaning.; December 28, 2009 at 12:01 PM
photogchic said...: Ok..I am blonde. Where is the link? I can't find it:-).; December 28, 2009 at 6:39 PM
Grey Horse Matters said...: Thanks for the links. I love the photo at the top of your page. How did you ever get that closeup, it's just perfect and so beautiful.; December 28, 2009 at 7:55 PM
enlightenedhorsemanship said...: Hey thanks for the referral! I know Elise will be thrilled. I second ghm--that pic is fabulous. I click on your site just to admire it.; December 29, 2009 at 3:10 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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Monday, December 28, 2009

ATTENTION HORSE PALS....

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