“Its not the competitiveness or the glory, but the compassion felt by two hearts beating as one.”
–Corey
Archive for March, 2010
Horses Horses Horses
2010
03.21
03.21
From my past, into my future.
Through every day, through every night.
Every breath I ever take, they are my life…
~ b. ramsell
His spirit lives on
2010
03.21
03.21
Brought into this world..
A frisky colt
A prancing dolt…
He loved to run
And have his fun ….
His mane was wispy
His eyes curios and frisky…
Even though he may be gone
His spirit lives on ….
He’s in a pasture gay and green
Full of life a life of a dream…
He will race beside the rivers edge
And run through the valleys ledge…
Standing proud and noble true
His life will never be through…
His spirit lives on….
Wild Horses
2010
03.21
03.21
Wild Horses
By: Natasha Forrest
Hooves pound the ground
like an earthquake rapidly approaching,
heard but not seen,
until right before your eyes
there they are
so wild, beautiful, and care free
their powerful legs carry them past you
and before you know it they are gone
leaving you thinking only one thing,
I want to run with the wild horses.
The Horse Prayer
2010
03.21
03.21
The Horse Prayer
Im only a hore dear master, but my heart is warm and true
and im willing to work my hardest for the pleasure of pleasing you.
Good corn and hay and water are all that i wish to ask,
and a warm dry bed to rest on when iv finished my daily task.
Dont strike me in careless anger if im slow to understand
but encourage my drooping spirits with a gentle voice and hand.
And finally oh master, when i am old and feeble and my long life’s work is done,
dont sell me to cruel owners to be slaved till my last breath,
but grant me the untold blessing of a quick and painless death.
That as you have always found me a loyal and faithful friend,
my years of faithful service may be crowned by a peaceful end.
I plead in the name of the Saviour, who cares when sparrows fall…who was born in a lowly stable and who knows and loves us all.
