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Who Like's Horses?
- Thread starter Voodoo 6
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A Year With A Mare - this is a true story
The Winter nights are long and brightly starred;
within your grasp, I do not feel the cold.
Together we survey the barren yard,
how long ago it was, that we here rolled.
Tonight I dust the snowfall from your hide,
your graceful neck extends for me to hold.
My wordless love must in my touch reside,
and your responses will your answer bring;
and so entwined will we the season bide.
Again I greet you, splashing through the Spring;
the Moon will host a frolic in her glow.
At Dawn's approach, forgotten birds will sing.
The once-brown grass again begins to grow,
as in your heavy belly does your child;
in rain, the Year her promises will show.
And so, one evening in the breezes mild,
I visit you, and find that we are three.
On seeing your filly at your side I smiled.
Through Summer's door we trip amusingly,
to smell the dewey fragrance of the air;
as distant lightning flashes silently,
your daughter's education we will share.
The pasture's chest-high grass will shed its seed;
your neck my pillow in those evenings fair.
No greater relaxation could I need.
Than this ripe season, briefly though it last;
in partnership, three spirits have agreed.
Yet Autumn comes to part us with her blast.
Your filly gone, I find you in a herd
of lovesick mothers, calling to the past.
As if my touch could leave your heart assured
I try to comfort you for what you've lost
your natural family life, again deferred.
Again, we stand together in the frost.
In quiet meditation we regard
the world in which our curious lives have crossed.
The Winter nights are long and brightly starred;
within your grasp, I do not feel the cold.
Together we survey the barren yard,
how long ago it was, that we here rolled.
Tonight I dust the snowfall from your hide,
your graceful neck extends for me to hold.
My wordless love must in my touch reside,
and your responses will your answer bring;
and so entwined will we the season bide.
Again I greet you, splashing through the Spring;
the Moon will host a frolic in her glow.
At Dawn's approach, forgotten birds will sing.
The once-brown grass again begins to grow,
as in your heavy belly does your child;
in rain, the Year her promises will show.
And so, one evening in the breezes mild,
I visit you, and find that we are three.
On seeing your filly at your side I smiled.
Through Summer's door we trip amusingly,
to smell the dewey fragrance of the air;
as distant lightning flashes silently,
your daughter's education we will share.
The pasture's chest-high grass will shed its seed;
your neck my pillow in those evenings fair.
No greater relaxation could I need.
Than this ripe season, briefly though it last;
in partnership, three spirits have agreed.
Yet Autumn comes to part us with her blast.
Your filly gone, I find you in a herd
of lovesick mothers, calling to the past.
As if my touch could leave your heart assured
I try to comfort you for what you've lost
your natural family life, again deferred.
Again, we stand together in the frost.
In quiet meditation we regard
the world in which our curious lives have crossed.
Ruid said:
I'm not a poet.
I'm a musician.
And I post.
Like I speak.
But also.
I'm old and its easier for me to read.
That way.
You.
On the other hand.
Post nothing about horses.
In this thread.
Only contempt.
For some guy's posting style on the internet.
Here's a tip.
For you.
Emotional internet tampons.
Are on sale.
At Walmart.
Aisle 16.
She's an old girl.
Don't give her sugar.
Apples and carrots.
Don't give her sugar.
Apples and carrots.
She get a big bowl of rolled oats and diced apples, then some butterscotch treats:
https://www.ottoenrichment.com/butterscotch-horse-nuggets
Once in a while I will get her a watermelon, diced up wit a pinch of salt. She like carrots and seedless grapes. Poor girl needs to get out of the stable, I don't think she gets out for a walk.
https://www.ottoenrichment.com/butterscotch-horse-nuggets
Once in a while I will get her a watermelon, diced up wit a pinch of salt. She like carrots and seedless grapes. Poor girl needs to get out of the stable, I don't think she gets out for a walk.
texas blues said:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJDx3H_hvI8
The local store has 2 seedless melons for 5 bucks, I am thinking horse is in for a treat. She loves watermelon. I am going to coat them in the finest rolled oats and add a pinch of salt. She must be hearing my old bike coming around the dirt road, because she comes running and hopping. Its like when the ice cream truck comes around.
Voodoo 6 said:
A dog is mans best friend.
A horse is mans best loss of income.
The joy of a horse easily trumps any loss.
Feed her well.
May she live forever.
texas blues said:
