THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Cool It....

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Cool It....

Another perfectly beautiful day.

While I held down the fort, Gary took Ariana, Finn and Coop to Stony Brook Park for some hiking and a picnic.

They had a ball and want to go back.

G-Paw picked a winner.

Night all.

5 comments:

Nancy J said...: Wow, every photo an absolute winner.; July 23, 2015 at 1:44 AM
Buttons Thoughts said...: Another nice looking day today. i will take it. Looks like everyone enjoyed yours. Hug B; July 23, 2015 at 8:43 AM
Grey Horse Matters said...: Everything looks beautiful! Gorgeous park.; July 23, 2015 at 8:47 AM
Two French Bulldogs said...: Ahhh beautiful
Lily & Edward; July 23, 2015 at 10:48 AM
Unknown said...: The weather has been so beautiful, we are loving it here too! Just wish I had a little pony to share the lovely weather with - perfect weather to take a horse out and feel some wind on your face!; July 23, 2015 at 9:46 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, July 22, 2015

Cool It....

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