This is about me
and my "real" life.
The poem is the closest
thing I've ever read that
accurately decribes my attitude.
I am a horse person
from the word go.
Until recently, I was
running barrels, and trying to rope.
I am now re-discovering a
childhood discipline I briefly met.
Reining is my
new "old" love.
WHEN I AM OLD ...
I shall wear
diamonds
And a wide brimmed straw hat
With silver and leather on it
and I shall spend my social security
On white wine and carrots
And sit in the alley of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out
in the middle of a summer's night
And ride the sorrel colt
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 beauty growing here
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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Me and my big boy back in our younger days.
Dear Lord,
Please watch over our humans, they are so weak.
They have no claws or teeth,
they can't run fast or fly away,
neither can they burrow or build a
nest in which to be safe.
They smell bad, do strange things that aren't
altogether intelligent, have no real ability
to communicate with us,although
we are able to figure out what they want.
Lord, grant US the ability to watch over our humans,
care for them, cheer them when they are down,
make them laugh, smile, and shower them with our love.
We pray that we can bring a little joy into
their otherwise mundane existence...
Lord...please let them know that when
we insist on getting attention, its so we can
check their emotional well being and boost their morale.
When we pester them for different foods, toys, etc,
its so they will learn to see us in ways they hadn't
considered, bringing them closer and back into the
fold... which they are part of but keep forgetting
about. They expect us to know what they want even
though sometimes they don't know what we want.
Some of them really try and we know they love us;
but some of them are so dumb, yet our love for them
remains intensely unfaltering.
Lord, when we die, please make sure to send
us ahead to where ever our humans are going
to be, so we can pave the way for them,
vouch for them and be there for them when they too
die.. ....please allow us to continue proving
the humans are worth the effort.
You placed these humans in dominion over us,
but you charged us with the task of caring for them
and SHOWING them your love every day, through us.
God bless these mere mortal humans,
they know not that we are their
guardian angels sent in love to task them
so that they may grow to be part of your plan.
You and Us God... we'll bring them back into the fold...
you and us
I will still keep horses as long as
I can shuffle along with a pail.
When I can no longer shuffle,
I will roll my wheelchair to the pasture
Fence to watch my horses graze.
Anon.
When your day seems out of balance- and so many things go wrong... When people fight
around you and the day drags on so long... When parents act like children, in-laws make
you think "Divorce"... Go out into your pasture... and wrap you arms around your
horse. His gentle breath enfolds you, and he watches with those eyes. He may not have a Ph
D, but he is, oh so wise! His head rests on your shoulder. You embrace him oh so tight. He
puts your world in balance, and makes it seem all right. Your tears they soon stop
flowing. The tension is now eased. The garbage has been lifted, and you're quiet and at
peace. So when you need the balance from circumstances in your day... The best therapy
that you can seek... is out there eating hay!!
Dirt Roads What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been
paved. There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce,
delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads
give character. People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a
bumpy ride. That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if
at the end is home...a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog. We wouldn't have near the
trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road
with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along. There was less crime in our
streets before they were paved. Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if
they knew they'd be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun. And there were
no drive by shootings. Our values were better when our roads were worse! People did not
worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous, they didn't
tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust & bust
your windshield with rocks. Dirt Roads taught patience. Dirt Roads were environmentally
friendly, you didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk you walked to the barn for your
milk. For your mail, you walked to the mail box. What if it rained and the Dirt Road got
washed out? That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted
marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make
prettier quilts than anybody. At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words
tasted like soap. Most paved roads lead to trouble, Dirt Roads more likely lead to a
fishing creek or a swimming hole. At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked
our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much
zucchini. At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when
city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out. Usually you
got a dollar...always you got a new friend...at the end of a Dirt Road! ~by Paul Harvey~
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