THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: WOULD YOU BE MY VALENTINE?

Monday, February 14, 2011

WOULD YOU BE MY VALENTINE?

On this day, demonstrate how much you care....about your family, friends, animals and the world.

Worth more than any card or present.

7 comments:

Jo said...: Absolutely, Lori. Have a loving and blessed week, Jo; February 14, 2011 at 8:25 AM
Louise said...: Wise and true, my friend.; February 14, 2011 at 9:15 AM
fromsophiesview said...: and back at you with a BIG~~~~MWAH! Happy Valentine's Day to you and ALL the Skoog's. What a gorgeous heart!; February 14, 2011 at 10:07 AM
Grey Horse Matters said...: Happy Valentine to you Lori and the rest of the gang at Skoog Farm. Beautiful heart.; February 14, 2011 at 3:13 PM
mj said...: Have a very HAPPY day!; February 14, 2011 at 4:20 PM
Anonymous said...: Lori,

You are, without a doubt, one of the most “productive” persons I know -- all things in ways that are artistic and farm and community oriented. Congratulations on your new photography profession!

Dick; February 14, 2011 at 5:36 PM
Michelle said...: Great words for the day.; February 14, 2011 at 9:31 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

Monday, February 14, 2011

WOULD YOU BE MY VALENTINE?

7 comments: