Horse Poems & Quotes

A HORSE(WO)MAN’S CHRISTMAS

admin — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 23:48:25 +0000

by horse trainer Doris Eraldi

It’s the night before Christmas, we’re out in the barn
Blanketing horses to keep them all warm
They’re eating their dinners, tucked in cozy stalls
Not aware that it’s Christmas or any special day at all

They can dream of spring pastures from their pine-scented beds
No visions of sugarplums dance in their heads
But we people are thinking of merry parties and such
Maybe feeling a little sad at missing so much

This season is special but the horses don’t know
We’ve got work to do before we can go
We finish the chores and head on inside
To get ready for dinner and our own yuletide

It’s nearly midnight, the carols are sung
I remember a story I was told when I was young
How at midnight on Christmas Eve
The creatures of the barnyard can speak to us with ease

I am called to the barn, I wade through the rain
I know I must go, I can’t really explain
I slide open the door, pause for a while
Then slowly walk down that dully lit aisle

A nicker from Casey, a wink from JD
Sleepy old Alibi waking to see
Tucker rustling his bedding, a snort soft and light
Each horse gave a greeting as I walked through the night

I thought about parties bright lit and warm
The ones we don’t go to ’cause we have the barn
And vacations and holidays that we don’t get
When we’re working long hours for bills to be met

Walking all the way to the end of the aisle
I stop to stroke Bonnie, it brings me a smile
She snuffles my face, hot breath on my skin
It starts me to thinking about my horses, my kin

I could be at parties with laughter and mirth
But where I am right now is the best place on Earth.

Sent via email by
Joanna K
THANKS!

Just a Horse

admin — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 16:50:04 +0000

From time to time, people tell me,
“lighten up, it’s just a horse,”
or,”that’s a lot of money for just a horse”.
They don’t understand the distance travelled,
the time spent, or the costs involved for “just a horse.”
Some of my proudest moments have come about with “just a horse.”
Many hours have passed and my only company was “just a horse,”
but I did not once feel slighted.
Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by “just a horse,” and in those days of darkness,
the gentle touch of “just a horse” gave me comfort
and reason to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it’s “just a horse,”
then you will probably understand phrases like “just a friend,”
“just a sunrise,” or “just a promise.”

“Just a horse” brings into my life the very essence of friendship,
trust, and pure unbridled joy.
“Just a horse” brings out the compassion and patience
that make me a better person.
Because of “just a horse” I will rise early,
take long walks and look longingly to the future.
So for me and folks like me, it’s not “just a horse”
but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future,
the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.
“Just a horse” brings out what’s good in me
and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they can understand that it’s not “just a horse”
but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being
“just a woman.” So the next time you hear the phrase
“just a horse” just smile, because they “just” don’t understand.

Sent to me via email from Claire H.
Thanks so much!

Ropin’ off Rio, by Ashley R. Havey

admin — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 23:54:44 +0000

Rio’s a horse, ornery as can be
Once he ran me into a tree
He’s gentle, obedient, and kind
No wait, I’m out of my mind
Because nice, polite, and sweet
Is a part of him that I’ll never meet.

He doesn’t amount to much
But he come through in the clutch
I bought him for not much money, of course
Although for a couple hundred dollars, he’s not a bad roping horse
Along with my dog named Black Bart
We have a team no cow could outsmart

Morning comes, the day is gonna be hot
This will be a good day, or so I thought
I climb on Rio and he bolts like a shot
He goes one way and I hit the dirt
Dang it! I got manure on my favorite shirt
Nothing will get through his hard head
But I was furious and so I said,
Pull one more stunt like that you retched toad
And you will be down the road.

There’s a few cows we gotta find
Alright, let’s try this one more time
That’s over a hundred cattle that we have to brand
Both of you do your jobs and you won’t get canned
Bart get that calf over there
Or over here I don’t care
Yes, as mule stubborn as my team my be
Together we make one heck of a trio,
And I just love ropin’ off Rio.

A Day at the Rodeo, by Ashley R. Havey

admin — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 23:53:32 +0000

It’s a perfect day the race
I’m first in line, so I’ll have to set the pace
We know we only have one chance
My horse tells me he’s ready
As we walk down the alleyway and he starts to prance
He may be little but his heart is bold
I know will him our time will hold
And we’ll take home the gold

My anticipation is growing, as my partner fights the bit
I drop my hands and it seems by horse’s hoooves,
the ground is never hit
He loves to run and sometimes I think he swears if
You’re not making dust you’re eating it
Around the first barrel we fly
As if my companion doesn’t even have to try

Now to the second with my trusted steed
we soar down and around at full speed
Only one more left and his motivation more stern
He knows there’s only one more job to do;
Turn and Burn

Barbaro

admin — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 23:55:32 +0000

This poem is dedicated to Barbaro I found it on a website.
Barbaro
A beautiful colt standing proud and tall,
so many of your pictures decorate a wall.
Playful, whimsical, full of style and grace,
the epitome of happiness at every new place.

So young, so free I can hear the clip clop,
the sound of your hoofs get louder till you stop.
Everyone wants to see, feel, touch your presence,
forever a memory, now only your essence.

A gifted stance fit for a king you walk,
people hug you, ride you and sometimes talk.
Races you have won are a matter of course,
you my friend are one handsome horse.

Your tired body, riddled with pain,
fought so bravely with everything to gain.
In your behalf many valiantly work,
tirelessly they wait for the slightest perk.

What a beautiful colt, your body lay still,
your spirit lives on, the air not a chill.
A league of your own you will always be,
look down from heaven and you will see.

All those who love you will always care,
though you are gone, will always be there.
A spot for you is reserved in their heart,
forever together, never more apart.

Posted by Erica

~ Turkish Proverb

admin — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 22:48:52 +0000

This quote is dedicated to our colt: HERO

Turkish Proverb

The goat is a devil,
the sheep is an angel,
the camel is a pilgrim,
the horse is a hero.

Posted by Diana.

A Pony’s Prayer ~ Unknown

admin — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 22:54:56 +0000

I pray that gentle hands may guide my feet;
I ask for kind commands from voices sweet;
At night a stable warm with scented hay,
Where, safe from harm, I’ll sleep till day.

Posted by Elaine.

Sporting Prints ~Unknown

admin — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 22:52:39 +0000

With easy seat behold them ride–
These are the truly qualified–
Models of Sporting Men;
Graceful and elegant, yet neat;
Egad, the very sight’s a treat
I long to have again!

Posted by Don

~Unknown

admin — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 22:51:26 +0000

“what would the horses of our wishes look like in the fields of our dreams”

Posted by Cara.

–Anonymous

admin — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 22:50:16 +0000

The old mare watched the tractor work
A thing of rubber and steel,
Ready to follow the slightest wish
Of the man who held the wheel.
She said to herself as it passed by,
You gave me an awful jolt
But there’s one thing you cannot do,
You cannot raise a colt.

–Anonymous

Posted by Diana.