Archive for November, 2007

My Perfect Horse, by Krystina Diao

Tuesday, November 27th, 2007

One day I saw him
Just at the horse fair
‘For Sale’ said the sign
I walked away, snickering
What an ugly horse I thought
More bones than meat
Who would want him?

I saw him again one day
He was by the road
‘Free Horse’ said the sign
He was alone
His eyes seemed to be filled with tears
His chocolaty eyes
Deeper than the ocean – Deeper than the universe of stars
I left

I saw him yet again
He was alone on a street
Limping, with no sign this time
When walking past
I saw the eyes
They seemed to say
‘Give me a chance’
I sighed but couldn’t take him
While leaving
I could almost hear a whisper
‘That was your last chance’

The last time I saw him
I was too late
Too late to save him
For he was starved to death
On our front yard
Again with his deep galaxy brown eyes
Only then did I realize
I had just lost my perfect horse

By Krystina Diao

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Trust

Wednesday, November 21st, 2007

Sometimes you can trust a horse,
Sometimes you cant,
And sometimes, you have to.

Posted by Brooke

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How many Horses does it take to change a lightbulb?

Sunday, November 18th, 2007

Thoroughbred: I changed it an hour ago. C’mon you
guys - catch up!
* Arabian: Who ME?? Do WHAT? I’m scared of light
bulbs! I’m outta here!
* Quarter Horse: Put all the bulbs in a pen and
tell me which one you want.
* Standardbred: Oh for Pete’s Sake, give me the
darn bulb and let’s be done with it.
* Shetland: Give it to me. I’ll kill it and we
won’t have to worry about it anymore.
* Friesian: I would, but I can’t see where I’m
going from behind all this mane.
* Belgian: Put the Shetland on my back, maybe he can
reach it then.
* Warmblood: Is the 2nd Level Instruction Packet in English?
Doesn’t anyone realize that I was sold for
$75K as a yearling, but only because my hocks are
bad, otherwise I would be worth $100K? I am NOT
changing light bulbs. Make the TB get back here and do it.
* Morgan: Me! Me! Me! Pleeease let me! I wanna do
it! I’m gonna do it! I know how, really I do! Just watch! I’ll rewire the
barn after, too.
* Appaloosa: Ya’ll are a bunch of losers. We don’t
need to change the light bulb; I ain’t scared of the dark. And someone make
that darn Morgan stop jumping up and down before I double barrel him.
* Haflinger: That thing I ate was a light bulb?
* Mustang: Light bulb? Let’s go on a trail ride,
instead. And camp. Out in the open like REAL horses.
* Lipizzaner: Hah, amateurs. I will change the light
bulb. Not only that, but I will do it while standing on my hind legs and
balancing it on my nose, after which I will perform seven flying lead changes
in a row and a capriole. Can you do that? Huh? Huh? Didn’t think so.
* Miniature: I bet you think I can’t do it just
cause I’m small. You know what that is? It’s sizeism!
* Akhal Te ke: I will only change it if it’s my
owner’s light bulb and no one else has ever touched it.
* Andalusian: I will delegate the changing of the
light bulb to my personal
groom after he finishes shampooing my mane and
cleaning my saddle, but only
on the condition that it is changed for a soft blue
or pink bulb, which
reflects better off my coat while I exhibit my
astonishing gaits.
* Cleveland Bay: I’m busy. Make the whipper-in and
the hounds do it.
* Saddlebred: My ears are up already, please, please
get the &#/~..# light bulb away from me! I’m ready to show, really, I
promise I’ll win!
* Paint: Put all the light bulbs in a pen, tell me
which one you want, and my owner will bet you twenty bucks I can get it
before the quarter horse.
* POA: I’m not changing it. I’m the one who kicked
the old one and broke it in the first place, remember?
Now, excuse me, I have a grain room to break into.
* Grade Horse: Guys? Um, guys? I hope you don’t
mind, but I went ahead and
changed it while you were all arguing.

From an email sent by Susan Drake
Posted by Diana Wold

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One Last Breath by Katie Kay

Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

One Last Breath

Katie kay

The eerie silence of the stables;
Only horses greet me.
The thump of my boots
Is all that can be heard.
The sweet aroma of the horses
is so disticnt from any other scent.
I can smell the sweet grain
and the grassyness of the hay.
Stall #2 is special to me,
for it holds my worldly posession.
I nudge the stall door open,
to find my gelding, mane draped over
his arched neck, munching on hay.
I creep closer to him, feeling his
warmth from a distance.
I run my fingers along his back,
knowing the power he posesses.
The beauty, the grace, the power,
all underneath my fingers.
As I lean closer, he bends his
neck to give me a nudge and
a hushed nicker. I wrap myself
around his muscular neck, burying
my face in his soft mane.
I take in one deep breath,
forgeting all my worries as I am
comforted bythe scent
of my horse, my love, my friend.

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~Author Unknown

Thursday, November 8th, 2007

The Hardest Part Of Barrel Racing is the ground “Believe Me I Would Know!”

Posted by Red

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