THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: IT'S PONY TIME!

Friday, October 15, 2010

IT'S PONY TIME!

Photos by Tina Eibl

Part of the herd at Kateland Farm.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...: Tiny cuties!; October 15, 2010 at 1:41 PM
Gayle said...: They are the most adorable little things. What fun to have around. I bet they have quite a personality (more than my Daisy!).; October 15, 2010 at 5:05 PM
Val Ewing said...: Awww. Makes me want a pony of my own...wait, I have one, he's just a little stud though.

Sigh...lovely!; October 15, 2010 at 6:57 PM
Louise said...: How cute! That picture of the grey and the little paint is too precious for words. What breed are they?; October 15, 2010 at 8:55 PM
Michelle said...: Those are some really cute ponies. Seriously!; October 15, 2010 at 9:35 PM
photogchic said...: So cute!; October 15, 2010 at 11:44 PM
Adirondackcountrygal said...: I love ponies!; October 16, 2010 at 10:36 AM
Terry said...: Oh! Too, too cute!; October 16, 2010 at 10:29 PM
Verde Farm said...: They are the cutest things ever!! How sweet they are and fluffy manes. I want some!
Amy :); October 17, 2010 at 7:35 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

Friday, October 15, 2010

IT'S PONY TIME!

9 comments: