THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: MORE WISHFUL THINKING...

Saturday, April 23, 2011

MORE WISHFUL THINKING...

I woke up to this!

7 comments:

Oak Creek Ranch said...: Beautiful iris! Destined for note cards? No rhubarb yet. USPS and UPS are very timely. FedEx for some reason is slow getting up here. Not sure which method you used but I'm watching for it!; April 23, 2011 at 11:43 AM
Val Ewing said...: How wonderful! My iris plants are still in hiding.
Snow still on the hillside.

Come on Spring!; April 23, 2011 at 2:31 PM
Terry said...: Indoors, you tease! Snow here today. Boo.; April 23, 2011 at 3:19 PM
~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...: I'm feeling some encouragement since everything has gotten so green here this week. But my feet are still cold and it's raining...

I hope you and your family have a wonderful and enjoyable Easter!!!; April 23, 2011 at 3:41 PM
Rose - Watching Waves said...: These make me happy! Happy you shared them, happy for their beauty and energy, happy for the way they fill me with joy!; April 23, 2011 at 6:14 PM
Grey Horse Matters said...: Gorgeous and colorful.; April 23, 2011 at 7:56 PM
Dreaming said...: Perfect spring pictures!; April 23, 2011 at 8:47 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

Saturday, April 23, 2011

MORE WISHFUL THINKING...

7 comments: