THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Tradition

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Tradition

Cold.

So tired.

Night all.

5 comments:

Nancy J said...: Hi Lori, does "tradition" include a snow storm, with ice as well? 20 minutes to go till Santa can officially arrive at your home. Wishes for an ice free day tomorrow, no wind, and happiness with family and friends. Fond greetings, Jean.; December 24, 2013 at 11:41 PM
YourSpecialDog said...: Beautiful and cozy atmosphere. Great Christmas .Merry Christmas to you and your family . Best wishes from Yourspecialdog!; December 25, 2013 at 4:27 AM
~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...: ·´¸.·´¨) ¸.·*¨)
(¸.·´ (¸.·´ .·´Merry, Merry Christmas Lori! I hope your day has been an enjoyable one with lots of fun and new memories!; December 25, 2013 at 2:24 PM
Stephen Andrew said...: Merry Christmas! That photo of the boys on the couch is priceless! Haha it reminds me so much of my brother and me when we were little.; December 25, 2013 at 6:41 PM
Leslie @ Farm Fresh Fun said...: I. So. Get.You.
MeRrY ChRiStMaS friend!!!!
xoxo
Leslie; December 25, 2013 at 7:29 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

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Tradition

5 comments: