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POEMS

"We are forever in the dark about what touch means to another ... With touch, one enters at once a private and an ambiguous world."
~ Jessamyn West ~

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"When your horse follows you without being asked, when he rubs his head on yours, and when you look at him and feel a tingle down your spine ... you know you are loved."
~ John Lyons ~

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Silences make the real conversations between friends.
~ Margaret Lee Runbeck ~

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There are two ways of meeting difficulties: you alter the difficulties, or you alter yourself to meet them.
~ Phylis Bottome ~

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When you hug someone, you learn something else about them. An important something else.
~ E.L Konigsburg ~

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I will not change my horse with any that treads ... When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk. He trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it ...
~ William Shakespeare, King Henry V, Act 3 ~

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Thundering sky herd of spirit horses descending hoofbeats, heartbeats boom-boom, boom, boom! Call of the world drum bringing union power women and horses dancing round the fire birthing a new song sing! sing! sing!
~ Jennifer Grais ~

 

STORIES

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I would stop for a moment as a young horse
riding out from the barn to gaze far across the open field.

Yearning far into the future that lay before us.
Then I eagerly carried you forward away from day to day cares, the hectic rush of the city the square rationality of stall and barn and bale.

Into the breeze, open fields of grass and gallops,
that clearing filled with a miracle of Monarch butterflies, explorations into dark forests,
the joy of synchronous movement opening the hearts of wounded souls the Dance.

We gave one another all the gifts we have to
offer from our birthright - you human, me horse

We are bridge beings that way.
~ Trish Boersma ~

My horse with a mane made of short rainbows.
My horse with ears of round corn.
My horse with eyes made of big stars.
My horse with a head made of mixed waters.
My horse with teeth made of white shell.

The long rainbow is in his mouth for a bridle
And with it I guide him.

When my horse neighs,
Different coloured horses follow.

When my horse neighs
Different coloured sheep follow.

When I am wealthy because of him.
Before me peaceful
Behind me peaceful
Under me peaceful
Over me peaceful - Peaceful voice when he neighs.
I am everlasting and peaceful
I stand for my horse.
~ Traditional Navajo song From The Navajo Indians~

In every band of horses that have run together for any length of time, a line of precedence becomes established - a precedence as clearly marked among horses as it is among the diplomats of London or Paris.

What the characteristics are that establish this precedence is not always clear - age, experience, strength, fighting ability, cunning, perhaps a balance average of all. But anyone who will observe a strange horse turned in with a crew of horses that have run together for some time, will notice that in a comparatively few days the stranger will have found his level, often with no open fighting.

There is some way in which horses can take each other's measure without actual conflict; and once that measure is established, unless man or some unusual incident upsets it, you will find that in the case of horses running undisturbed it is seldom broken.
~ Charles Elliott Perkins, The Pinto Horse ~

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When I am Old ...
I shall wear diamonds
And a wide brimmed straw hat
With black leather on it
and I shall spend my social security
On red wine and apples
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 bay gelding
Across the moonstruck meadow.
If my old bones will allow.

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 there
In stalls fresh-lined with straw.

I will 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.
They've not yet found the peace in being free
To love a horse as a friend,
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With nuzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am Old.
~ Patty Barnhart ~

Let us ride together, -
Blowing mane and hair,
Careless of the weather,
Miles ahead of care,
ring of hoof and snaffle,
Swing of waist and hip,
Trotting down the twisted road
With the world let slip.

Let us laugh together,-
Merry as of old,
To the creak of leather
And the morning cold.
Break into a canter;
Shout to bank and tree;
Rocking down the waking trail,
Steady hand and knee.

Take the life of cities!
Here's the life for me,
'Twere a thousand pities
Not to gallop free,
So we'll ride together,
Comrade, you and I,
Careless of the weather,
Letting care go by.
~ Anonymous riding song "Songs of Horses" ~