THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: SKYWATCH FRIDAY

Friday, November 26, 2010

SKYWATCH FRIDAY

A very cold morning at Skoog Farm...

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8 comments:

Lisa & Gerald said...: Good morning.. Love the beautiful photo's...It's cold here to this morning...we are sitting at 28f right now..Hope it warms up..Ya right I know i could only dream.. heheeheheh
Have a wonderful day...; November 26, 2010 at 11:06 AM
Grey Horse Matters said...: Gorgeous skies again, you really have a good eye for the best pictures.; November 26, 2010 at 3:26 PM
Darcel @ The Mahogany Way said...: Beautiful skies in your part of the world!; November 26, 2010 at 3:33 PM
diane b said...: Pretty even if cold skies. The burst of morning sun must be appreciated.; November 26, 2010 at 4:04 PM
Terry said...: Love love love the header!; November 26, 2010 at 4:17 PM
John Going Gently said...: the wind mill is so iconic
lovely blog
greetings from wales UK; November 26, 2010 at 4:32 PM
Michelle said...: Nice shots and I love your new header photo.; November 26, 2010 at 7:42 PM
Anonymous said...: Wow - I can fee the cold and the beauty! Such gorgeous shots!; November 27, 2010 at 1:44 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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Friday, November 26, 2010

SKYWATCH FRIDAY

8 comments: