THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: LIKE A SILENT MOVIE

Monday, July 9, 2012

LIKE A SILENT MOVIE

(photo by Ariana)

Perhaps my words will come back tomorrow.

Night all.

13 comments:

Nancy J said...: The whole day from beginning to end. Perfect.No words needed. Cheers from Jean; July 9, 2012 at 8:46 PM
Nancy said...: Great collection Lori -- sometimes words just get in the way. :); July 9, 2012 at 9:29 PM
Mary Ann said...: Don't need words when you have such wonderful pictures!; July 9, 2012 at 9:59 PM
Buttons Thoughts said...: Beautiful photos Lori and after reading Feral woman's last post I am speechless also.Hugs B; July 9, 2012 at 10:00 PM
Oak Creek Ranch said...: You didn't need words with this post. It looks like a beautiful day.; July 9, 2012 at 11:46 PM
♥ Helen said...: Wonderful photos.; July 10, 2012 at 1:18 AM
Richard said...: All the pictures taken in this blog are bello. Buon lavoro; July 10, 2012 at 3:07 AM
Gayle said...: Nice to see the girls out riding. Photos are sometimes all that is needed.; July 10, 2012 at 4:35 AM
Nea said...: Amazing photos, Lori (and Ariana :)

What happened to the arm? I've got some catching up to do. Hope it's soon mended.; July 10, 2012 at 6:57 AM
Grey Horse Matters said...: Beautiful!; July 10, 2012 at 9:34 AM
Dreaming said...: I liked your silent movie! I liked seeing the pictures and thinking about them 'in silence'!
What is the fuchsia colored flower - the one that is shown after the picture of the indoor arena?; July 10, 2012 at 11:03 AM
Terry said...: A picture's worth a thousand words.
Nice to see Berlin under saddle.
How's Abbe's leg doing?; July 10, 2012 at 10:50 PM
Michelle said...: Beautiful color in those flowers!; July 10, 2012 at 11:14 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, July 9, 2012

LIKE A SILENT MOVIE

13 comments: