SOME BEAUTIFUL HORSE POEMS.
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SOMEWHERE
Somewhere, somewhere, in God's own space, there must be some
sweet, pastured place
Where creeks sing on, and tall trees grow; some paradise where horses
go.
For by the love that guides my pen, I know great horses live again.
The Foal
I'll lend you for a little while
my grandest foal, HE said.
for you to love while he's alive
and mourn when he is dead.
It may be one or twenty years,
or days or months, you see,
but will you, till I take him back,
take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
and should his stay be brief,
you'll have treasured memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
since all from earth return,
but there are lessons taught on earth
I want this foal to learn.
I've looked the wide world over
In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
with trust, I've chosen you.
Now will you give him total love?
not think the labor vain,
nor hate me when I come here
to take him back again?
I know you'll give him tenderness
and love will bloom each day,
and for the happiness you've known, forever grateful stay
But should I come and call for him
much sooner than you'd planned,
you'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and someday, understand,
The Tennessee Walking Horse
by: Linda Byles
If you desire a saddle horse, a horse that's sure to please,
Just buy yourself a Walking Horse and ride along at ease.
You'll never have to learn to post, no acrobats required,
Just sit the saddle as you please to get the thrill desired.
Of all the horses you could ride to occupy your leisure.
Just step astride a Walking Horse and exercise with pleasure.
A Walking Horse is so polite when ridden down the street,
He nods his head with every step as if your friends to greet.
If it were in my power to name my mode of transportation,
When traveling toward those Pearly Gates would give me much elation.
I'd step astride my Walking Horse, the trip would seem much sweeter,
I'd feel refreshed, in better shape, to stand before Saint Peter.
And if he seemed to hesitate about letting me inside,
I'd just dismount, hand him the reins, and let him take a ride.
He'd grasp my hand, throw wide the gates, and say,
"Just ride on in."
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I don't know her, but no one could have said it better. Thanks Linda,
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"What does reincarnation mean?"
A cowpoke asked his friend.
His pal replied, "It happens when
Yer life has reached its end.
They comb yer hair, and warsh yer neck,
And clean yer fingernails,
And lay you in a padded box
Away from life's travails.
"The box and you go in a hole,
That's dug into the ground.
Reincarnation starts when
Yore planted 'neath a mound.
Them clods melt down, just like yer box,
And you who is inside.
And then yore just beginnin' on
Yer transformation ride.
"In a while the grass'll grow
Upon yer rendered mound.
Till some day on yer flattened grave
A lonely flower is found.
"And say a hoss should wander by
And graze upon this flower
That once wuz you, but now's become
Yer vegetative bower.
"The posey that the hoss ate
up, with his other feed,
Makes bone, and fat, and muscle
Essential to the steed.
But some is left that he can't use
And so it passes through,
And finally lays upon the ground
this thing, that once wuz you.
"Then say, by chance, I wanders by
And sees this on the ground,
And I ponders, and I wonders at,
This object that I found.
I thinks of reincarnation,
Of life and death, and such,
And come away concludin': Slim,
You just ain't changed that much."
Author Unknown
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~~Hug Your Horse~~~
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 in your pasture...
wrap your arms around your horse.
His gentle breath enfolds you
and he watches with those eyes.
He may not have a PhD,
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 will 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!!
COWBOY REINCARNATION