THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Where is Rudolph?

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Where is Rudolph?

All of us at Skoog Farm wish you a very happy holiday season....however you celebrate it!

Let there be peace.

8 comments:

Nancy J said...: Lori, He is on his way, all his work is done down here, and he is winging up to you. A Very Happy Christmas to all at Skoog Farm, may the season be kind to you all, with happiness and peace in our hearts. Greetings from Jean; December 24, 2013 at 11:57 AM
Mary said...: What an adorable photo! :). A joyful Christmas to you and your family also!; December 24, 2013 at 12:32 PM
Grey Horse Matters said...: Love the picture. Merry Christmas to you all!; December 24, 2013 at 12:33 PM
ann @ studiohyde said...: I hope you all have a lovely festive time at Skoog Farm :); December 24, 2013 at 12:56 PM
Anonymous said...: A wonderful holiday to you as well!; December 24, 2013 at 2:06 PM
YourSpecialDog said...: Merry Christmas to all of you. Best wishes from Yourspecialdog; December 24, 2013 at 4:40 PM
Oak Creek Ranch said...: Merry Christmas Lori and Gary -- and Abbe and Berlin and Gucci and Phoebe and Maggie and Angel and Moon -- and the cats too!; December 24, 2013 at 5:49 PM
The Dancing Donkey said...: Merry Christmas to all of you at Skoog Farm.; December 24, 2013 at 9:33 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.....

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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Where is Rudolph?

8 comments: