THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Merry Christmas Eve!

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas Eve!

9 comments:

Grey Horse Matters said...: Hi Lori! Merry Christmas to you and Gary and the gang!; December 24, 2014 at 12:24 PM
Buttons Thoughts said...: Oh all the best to you and your family Lori. HUGS B; December 24, 2014 at 1:07 PM
Anonymous said...: Hope you have an excellent holiday and wonderful New Year!; December 24, 2014 at 1:13 PM
ann @ studiohyde said...: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all at Skoog Farm :-); December 24, 2014 at 1:26 PM
thecrazysheeplady said...: Beautiful! Merry Christmas Eve :-); December 24, 2014 at 3:20 PM
Michaele said...: To you and yours also! Enjoy!; December 24, 2014 at 3:30 PM
Cloudia said...: And to YOU!!

ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
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Christmas Flute [me playing] https://soundcloud.com/icloudia/holidays; December 24, 2014 at 3:49 PM
~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...: ☆Merry Christmas from all of us at Golden Pines!✰; December 24, 2014 at 4:04 PM
Dreaming said...: Thinking of you as I make gravy for our Swedish meatballs and pull out serving dishes for the rest of the Swedish smorgasbord. Merry Christmas!; December 24, 2014 at 5:16 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

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas Eve!

9 comments: