| Horse Poems |
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| Look back on the struggle for freedom. Trace our present day
strength to it's source, You'll find that man's pathway to glory, Is strewn with the bones of the horse." ~ Author Unknown ~ |
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“In the
steady gaze of the horse shines a silent eloquence that speaks of love and
loyalty, strength and courage. |
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I'll lend you, for a while,
a horse of mine," God said. "For you to love while he lives, and mourn when
he is dead. It may be six or seven years, or maybe twenty-three, But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief, You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, as all from Earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want this horse to learn. I've looked the whole world over in my search for teachers true, from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love–-not think this labor vain, I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, thy will be done. For all the joy this horse shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shower him with tenderness and love while we may, And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay. And should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand." ~Author unknown~ |
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| When I Am Old...... I shall wear diamonds ~ And a wide brimmed straw hat with ribbons and flowers on it And I shall spend my social security, on white wine and carrots, and sit in the alley of my barn, listening to my horses breathe. I will sneak out in the middle of a summer's night, And ride the Sulphur mare, Across the moonstruck meadow, If my old bones will allow. And when people come to call, I will smile and nod, As I walk them past the gardens to the barn And show, instead, the flowers growing there, In stalls fresh-lined with straw. I will learn to shovel and sweat and Wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel. And I will be an embarrassment to all, Who look down on me Who have not yet found the peace in being free, To love a horse as a friend. A friend who waits at midnight hour, With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes For the kind of woman I will be, When I am Old. ~Author unknown~ |
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| Some athletes don't care what kind of shoes they wear, or how many
fans they have. They don't even care that they're on television from coast to coast. They just want to run. ~Author unknown~ |
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My Horse, My Love I can only imagine. What is in your heart, What do you feel? When we are apart? My horse, my love, I have given you my all. Do you dream of me? Do you think of me at all? My horse, my love, I gaze into your eyes, Your presence fills the air, Ever the same, ever a surprise My horse, my love, Do you care for me? I dream of you at night, When you are all I see I can only imagine, What is in your heart, What do you feel? When we are apart? ~Author unknown~ |
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