Horse Poems & Quotes

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

Posted by Red

A man rode somewhere and got there on friday, he stayed 2 nights, and rode back on friday, how did he do this??

>>His horses name is friday

Posted by L. Craig

“If you ain’t riding horses, you have never been free!

Posted by Sam Boles

In memory of
Parmenio

April 1982 - October 2006

I called him my, ‘little dream horse’,
Blood bay with four, white socks of course.
Four years old and sixteen one,
Perfect shows from his Training one.
Up two levels, year by year,
International future clear.
Seventy six, Dressage Grand Prixs,
Olympics, World Cups, hoping to see.
Huge scores and wins came easily,
‘til one judge changed, what was to be.
Perfect teacher he then became,
Feelings he gave, was now his fame.
Piaffe, passage and pirouettes,
Daily lessons to pay his debts.
A decade passed, then new job found,
Showing his yearling all around.
The veil was thinning, then off he went,
To visit friends the Angels sent.
At 18 hands and twenty four,
Our Parmenio, is no more.
He’s now at peace and laid to rest,
In all he did, he gave his best.
So hug your horse, and say they’re dear,
‘Cause one day too, they’ll not be here.

Susan Derr Drake