THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Skywatch Friday

Friday, April 5, 2013

Skywatch Friday

Spring has sprung at Skoog Farm. It has been a long time coming.

To view other shots from around the world, click on SkyWatch in my sidebar.

8 comments:

TexWisGirl said...: happy spring to you!; April 5, 2013 at 9:14 AM
Inger said...: I like those puffy white clouds. I've seen some around here too and to me they mean that spring is on its way.; April 5, 2013 at 9:35 AM
Smalltown RN said...: What wonderful photos...I love all the photos of your farm...beautiful blog you have here!; April 5, 2013 at 10:55 AM
Buttons Thoughts said...: Feels like spring in Hamilton too I actually have my toque in my bag instead of on my head. Yeah spring!!!!. B; April 5, 2013 at 12:02 PM
Two French Bulldogs said...: So big and blue!
Snuggles,
Benny & Lily; April 5, 2013 at 3:35 PM
ExploreColorado said...: oo how beautiful!; April 5, 2013 at 3:58 PM
Michaele said...: You captured the light perfectly on that header photo! Such a picture of spring!; April 5, 2013 at 4:00 PM
Laura said...: oh how beautiful! have a wonder-filled weekend:-); April 5, 2013 at 4:27 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, April 5, 2013

Skywatch Friday

8 comments: