• Welcome to the Chronicle Forums.
    Please complete your profile. The forums and the rest of www.chronofhorse.com has single sign-in, so your log in information for one will automatically work for the other. Disclaimer: The opinions expressed here are the views of the individual and do not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of The Chronicle of the Horse.

Announcement

Collapse

Forum rules and no-advertising policy

As a participant on this forum, it is your responsibility to know and follow our rules. Please read this message in its entirety.

Board Rules

1. You’re responsible for what you say.
As outlined in Section 230 of the Communications Decency Act, The Chronicle of the Horse and its affiliates, as well Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd., the developers of vBulletin, are not legally responsible for statements made in the forums.

This is a public forum viewed by a wide spectrum of people, so please be mindful of what you say and who might be reading it—details of personal disputes are likely better handled privately. While posters are legally responsible for their statements, the moderators may in their discretion remove or edit posts that violate these rules. Users have the ability to modify or delete their own messages after posting, but administrators generally will not delete posts, threads or accounts upon request.

Outright inflammatory, vulgar, harassing, malicious or otherwise inappropriate statements and criminal charges unsubstantiated by a reputable news source or legal documentation will not be tolerated and will be dealt with at the discretion of the moderators.

2. Conversations in horse-related forums should be horse-related.
The forums are a wonderful source of information and support for members of the horse community. While it’s understandably tempting to share information or search for input on other topics upon which members might have a similar level of knowledge, members must maintain the focus on horses.

3. Keep conversations productive, on topic and civil.
Discussion and disagreement are inevitable and encouraged; personal insults, diatribes and sniping comments are unproductive and unacceptable. Whether a subject is light-hearted or serious, keep posts focused on the current topic and of general interest to other participants of that thread. Utilize the private message feature or personal email where appropriate to address side topics or personal issues not related to the topic at large.

4. No advertising in the discussion forums.
Posts in the discussion forums directly or indirectly advertising horses, jobs, items or services for sale or wanted will be removed at the discretion of the moderators. Use of the private messaging feature or email addresses obtained through users’ profiles for unsolicited advertising is not permitted.

Company representatives may participate in discussions and answer questions about their products or services, or suggest their products on recent threads if they fulfill the criteria of a query. False "testimonials" provided by company affiliates posing as general consumers are not appropriate, and self-promotion of sales, ad campaigns, etc. through the discussion forums is not allowed.

Paid advertising is available on our classifieds site and through the purchase of banner ads. The tightly monitored Giveaways forum permits free listings of genuinely free horses and items available or wanted (on a limited basis). Items offered for trade are not allowed.

Advertising Policy Specifics
When in doubt of whether something you want to post constitutes advertising, please contact a moderator privately in advance for further clarification. Refer to the following points for general guidelines:

Horses – Only general discussion about the buying, leasing, selling and pricing of horses is permitted. If the post contains, or links to, the type of specific information typically found in a sales or wanted ad, and it’s related to a horse for sale, regardless of who’s selling it, it doesn’t belong in the discussion forums.

Stallions – Board members may ask for suggestions on breeding stallion recommendations. Stallion owners may reply to such queries by suggesting their own stallions, only if their horse fits the specific criteria of the original poster. Excessive promotion of a stallion by its owner or related parties is not permitted and will be addressed at the discretion of the moderators.

Services – Members may use the forums to ask for general recommendations of trainers, barns, shippers, farriers, etc., and other members may answer those requests by suggesting themselves or their company, if their services fulfill the specific criteria of the original post. Members may not solicit other members for business if it is not in response to a direct, genuine query.

Products – While members may ask for general opinions and suggestions on equipment, trailers, trucks, etc., they may not list the specific attributes for which they are in the market, as such posts serve as wanted ads.

Event Announcements – Members may post one notification of an upcoming event that may be of interest to fellow members, if the original poster does not benefit financially from the event. Such threads may not be “bumped” excessively. Premium members may post their own notices in the Event Announcements forum.

Charities/Rescues – Announcements for charitable or fundraising events can only be made for 501(c)(3) tax-exempt organizations. Special exceptions may be made, at the moderators’ discretion and direction, for board-related events or fundraising activities in extraordinary circumstances.

Occasional posts regarding horses available for adoption through IRS-registered horse rescue or placement programs are permitted in the appropriate forums, but these threads may be limited at the discretion of the moderators. Individuals may not advertise or make announcements for horses in need of rescue, placement or adoption unless the horse is available through a recognized rescue or placement agency or government-run entity or the thread fits the criteria for and is located in the Giveaways forum.

5. Do not post copyrighted photographs unless you have purchased that photo and have permission to do so.

6. Respect other members.
As members are often passionate about their beliefs and intentions can easily be misinterpreted in this type of environment, try to explore or resolve the inevitable disagreements that arise in the course of threads calmly and rationally.

If you see a post that you feel violates the rules of the board, please click the “alert” button (exclamation point inside of a triangle) in the bottom left corner of the post, which will alert ONLY the moderators to the post in question. They will then take whatever action, or no action, as deemed appropriate for the situation at their discretion. Do not air grievances regarding other posters or the moderators in the discussion forums.

Please be advised that adding another user to your “Ignore” list via your User Control Panel can be a useful tactic, which blocks posts and private messages by members whose commentary you’d rather avoid reading.

7. We have the right to reproduce statements made in the forums.
The Chronicle of the Horse may copy, quote, link to or otherwise reproduce posts, or portions of posts, in print or online for advertising or editorial purposes, if attributed to their original authors, and by posting in this forum, you hereby grant to The Chronicle of the Horse a perpetual, non-exclusive license under copyright and other rights, to do so.

8. We reserve the right to enforce and amend the rules.
The moderators may delete, edit, move or close any post or thread at any time, or refrain from doing any of the foregoing, in their discretion, and may suspend or revoke a user’s membership privileges at any time to maintain adherence to the rules and the general spirit of the forum. These rules may be amended at any time to address the current needs of the board.

Please see our full Terms of Service and Privacy Policy for more information.

Thanks for being a part of the COTH forums!

(Revised 1/26/16)
See more
See less

Poem/quotes/condolences for loss of horse

Collapse
X
  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

  • Poem/quotes/condolences for loss of horse

    What is your favorite poem,quote or story to share with someone who has lost a horse?

  • #2
    Somewhere, somewhere
    In time'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.
    www.ncsporthorse.com

    Comment


    • #3
      Horribly apposite as I have just today assisted with having the last of "my" lovely old boys PTS and emailed the following to his owner (in addition to the Rainbow Bridge poem, of course):
      ONLY THE BEST
      God saw you and you were getting tired And a cure was not to
      be
      So he put His arms around you and He whispered "come to me"
      A golden heart stopped beating Hard working hooves went to
      rest
      God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best

      Don't Cry For The Horses"
      Brenda Riley-Seymore

      Don't cry for the horses
      That life has set free
      A million white horses
      Forever to be

      Don't cry for the horses
      Now in God's hands
      As they dance and they prance
      To a heavenly band

      They were ours as a gift
      But never to keep
      As they close their eyes
      Forever to sleep

      Their spirits unbound
      On silver wings they fly
      A million white horses
      Against the blue sky

      Look up into heaven
      You'll see them above
      The horses we lost
      The horses we loved

      Manes and tails flowing
      They gallop through time
      They were never yours
      They were never mine

      Don't cry for the horses
      They will be back someday
      When our time has come
      They will show us the way

      On silver wings they will lift us
      To the warmth of the sun
      When our life is over
      And eternity has begun

      We will jump the sun
      And dance over the moon
      A ballet of horses and riders on the winds
      Of a heavenly tune

      Do you hear that soft nicker
      Close to your ear
      Don't cry for the horses
      Love the ones that are here

      Don't cry for the horses
      Lift up your sad eyes
      Can't you see them
      As they fly by

      A million white horses
      Free from hunger and pain
      Their spirits set free
      Until we ride again

      Message from a Horse Spirit written by Katie Graham, aka
      Coyote
      Where am I, now that I am gone from your life?
      Leaving you lonely and sad, for that I am sorry.
      But this is a warm place, and the pastures are green.
      And now I know just how much you loved me...
      Everyone here shares the kindness of your heart.
      What am I doing, now that I have left your care?
      Racing with wide-eyed foals, orphaned no longer.
      Breathing crisp morning air with wise old work horses, now
      grown young and strong again.
      Looking at mountains through the eyes of the blind who can
      see.
      Carrying on my back all of the folk who never had the chance
      to know the warmth of my sweet horse breath or the thrill of
      a gallop, but always yearned for it.
      Visiting little girls who dream of beautiful steeds, flying
      over fences and racing past the finish line, keeping them
      safe, giving them hope.
      Saddest and sweetest of all, greeting the ones who cross
      that Rainbow Bridge.
      Some were wild and free on the earth, and they remain wild
      and free.
      Some were loved and cared for, and they will be well loved
      and cared for here.
      And some of the horses trotting over that Bridge were
      neither free nor loved.
      Those are the greatest joy to greet, for now they have the
      greenest grass and the freshest water, and they will never
      be sick or in pain or alone ever again.
      And they will always be loved.
      So cry for me as humans do, and then move on to tend to the
      mortal horses who need your care and kindness.
      And take care of the children; help them find their dreams,
      nuzzle them for me.
      I will be waiting for you when you come to pass that Rainbow
      Bridge,
      We will piaffe through the clouds and leap the lightning
      bolts, and then trot on home together to those green, green
      fields,

      How can I bear to lose you, my precious gentle one,
      to know that you will not be here when my day is done.
      So much of my heart, my love, have I given up to you,
      how then can I stand the pain now that your life is through.
      My sorrow overwhelms me, the tears so freely flow,
      how can I carry on my life, with a heart that's laden so.
      Then the answer comes to me from the stillness in my soul,
      remembering the love we shared will help to make me whole.
      I'll hold you in a special place, so deep within my heart,
      and in these loving memories, we'll never be apart.
      You will not be so far away, your presence I will feel.
      I'll wrap myself in memory and slowly I will heal.
      The years we shared, the little joys, the laughter and the
      tears,
      my love for you will never die, but strengthen with the
      years.
      So fare you well, my precious love, I gently let you go,
      and pray for all the Gods' there be that you will always
      know,
      I loved you so, my little one, that love will never cease,
      I gave you warmth, I gave you love, and now I give you
      peace.

      Comment


      • #4
        MY GRANDEST FOAL
        (author unknown)
        I'll lend you for a little while
        My grandest foal, He said.
        For you to love while she's alive
        And morn for when she's dead.
        It may be one or twenty years,
        Or days or months , you see.
        But, will you, till I take her back,
        Take care of her for me?
        She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
        And should her stay be brief,
        You'll have treasured memories
        As solace for your grief.
        I cannot promise she 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 have selected you.
        Now will you give her your total love?
        Nor think the labor vain,
        Nor hate Me when I come
        To take her back again?
        I know you'll give her tenderness
        And love will bloom each day.
        And for the happiness you've known!
        Forever grateful stay.
        But should I come and call for her
        Much sooner than you'd planned
        You'll brave the bitter grief that comes
        And someday you'll understand
        For though I'll call her home to Me
        This promise to you I do make,
        For all the love and care you gave
        She'll wait for you, inside Heaven's Gate.
        Last edited by greysandbays; Apr. 8, 2009, 12:25 AM. Reason: remove formatting stuff

        Comment


        • #5
          Another one, I don't remember the words, but it was in an Arab magazine from many years ago. It was in the form of a letter from the deceased horse to the owner, who apparently was thinking she wouldn't ever have another horse because he was "her one and only". Gist of the letter was, "Don't you DARE not want another horse -- I invested a lot of time in training you and I don't want that effort wasted".

          Comment


          • #6
            I actually LOVE the first one! It's one of my fav's and I have in on the headstone of a horse I lost that was VERY VERY dear to me!

            I also have a sculpture of him that was made for me with this poem...

            "Some horses come into out lives and quickly go, others stay a while make hoofprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same."
            If you don't have anything nice to say about someone, come sit by me.

            Comment


            • #7
              a poem

              Beverly posted this in 2000, on FOL---

              If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have,
              He will come to you when you call-
              Come to you over the far, dim pastures of death,
              And though you ride other, living horses through life, they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming.
              For he is yours and he belongs there.

              People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall,
              Who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
              People who never really love a horse.
              Smile at them then, for you shall know some thing that is hidden from them,
              And which is well worth knowing.

              The only place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master

              This poem has helped me so many times-------
              Ann

              Comment


              • #8
                This one is my favorite:

                Crossing the Bridge

                I stood beside your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
                I could see that you were crying; you found it hard to sleep.

                I whinnied to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
                "It's me, I haven't left you. I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

                I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
                I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.

                I walked with you toward the house, as you fumbled for your key.
                I put my head against you, nickered and said, "It's me."

                You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
                I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.

                It's possible for me to be so near you every day.
                To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

                You sat there very quietly, then smiled; I think you knew.
                In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

                And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
                I'll gallop across to greet you, and we'll stand there side by side.

                I have so many things to show you, there's so much for you to see.
                Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to be with me.
                Homeopathy claims water can cure you since it once held medicine. That's like saying you can get sustenance from an empty plate because it once held food.

                Comment


                • #9
                  Originally posted by greysandbays View Post
                  Another one, I don't remember the words, but it was in an Arab magazine from many years ago. It was in the form of a letter from the deceased horse to the owner, who apparently was thinking she wouldn't ever have another horse because he was "her one and only". Gist of the letter was, "Don't you DARE not want another horse -- I invested a lot of time in training you and I don't want that effort wasted".

                  This one brought waterworks...I can just imagine Hizzhonor the NOT Spoiled Arabian SAYING this..and meaning every snort.
                  the NOT!! Spoiled!! Arabian Protectavest poster pony lives on in my heart

                  Comment


                  • #10
                    My favorite is The Fiery River Under The Rainbow Bridge
                    "If you would have only one day to live, you should spend at least half of it in the saddle."

                    Comment


                    • #11
                      my favorite

                      A Parting Prayer

                      Dear Lord, please open your gates
                      and call St. Francis
                      to come escort this beloved companion
                      across the Rainbow Bridge.

                      Assign her to a place of honor,
                      for she has been a faithful servant
                      and has always done her best to please me.

                      Bless the hands that send her to you,
                      for they are doing so in love and compassion,
                      freeing her from pain and suffering.

                      Grant me the strength not to dwell on my loss.
                      Help me remember the details of her life
                      with the love she has shown me.
                      And grant me the courage to honor her
                      by sharing those memories with others.

                      Let her remember me as well
                      and let her know that I will always love her.
                      And when it's my time to pass over into your paradise,
                      please allow her to accompany those
                      who will bring me home.

                      Thank you, Lord,
                      for the gift of her companionship
                      and for the time we've had together.

                      And thank you, Lord,
                      for granting me the strength
                      to give her to you now.

                      Amen.

                      - written by Kim Crenshaw, March 1998 for Brandy, beloved companion
                      Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
                      Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
                      -Rudyard Kipling

                      Comment


                      • #12
                        Covertside had this poem that made me actually cry. I think it was "Hark, Old Horse." It was about how true and fast the horse was and they would meet at the gate again in the afterlife. It is on my fridge in the stable - more for the hunter, but if it is something you want I'll go get it.

                        Comment


                        • #13
                          Originally posted by xeroxchick View Post
                          Covertside had this poem that made me actually cry. I think it was "Hark, Old Horse." It was about how true and fast the horse was and they would meet at the gate again in the afterlife. It is on my fridge in the stable - more for the hunter, but if it is something you want I'll go get it.
                          I kept that one too - and also cried when I read it. I think Carla... can't remember her last name now....begins with H... wrote it.

                          Yes - it's a keeper.
                          Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
                          Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
                          -Rudyard Kipling

                          Comment


                          • #14
                            It would be nice if this thread could be saved in Favorites.

                            Comment


                            • #15
                              A fellow COTHER sent me this one when I lost Trav. It's one of the 2 I have on my facebook page, the other is 'Grandest Foal' and I cry every time I read them.

                              Author Unknown.

                              By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
                              is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
                              Where the friends of man and woman do run,
                              when their time on earth is over and done.

                              For here, between this world and the next,
                              is a place where beloved creatures find rest.
                              On this golden land, they wait and they play,
                              til The Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

                              No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
                              for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
                              Their limbs are restored, their health renewed.
                              Their bodies have healed with strength imbued.

                              They trot through the grass without even a care,
                              til one day they whinny and sniff at the air.
                              All ears prick forward, eyes sharp and alert.
                              Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the herd.

                              For just at that second, there's no room for remorse.
                              As they see each other...one person...one horse.
                              So they run to each other, these friends from long past
                              The time of their parting is over at last.

                              The sadness they felt while they were apart
                              has turned to joy once more in each heart.
                              They nuzzle with a love that will last forever.
                              And then, side-by-side, they cross over...together.
                              Lowly Farm Hand with Delusions of Barn Biddieom.
                              Witherun Farm
                              http://witherun-farm.blogspot.com/

                              Comment


                              • #16
                                This definitely brought a tear to my eye...


                                HARK! OLD HORSE


                                Hark! Old horse.
                                Please meet me at the gate.
                                Hounds are leaving kennels soon,
                                And we will not be late.
                                Step up. Old horse.
                                Carry me to the meet.
                                Our years together count for much,
                                Though you're no longer fleet.
                                Trot on. Old horse.
                                I know you hear the horn.
                                The hounds are in the valley now,
                                The fox is in the corn!
                                Kick on. Old horse,
                                My soulmate and my friend.
                                Our years together hunting are
                                The best that's ever been.
                                Leap up. Old horse.
                                Take the bit and fly!
                                I still trust you like a brother,
                                Even though the fence is high.
                                Walk on. Old horse.
                                We’ll soon be hacking in.
                                Your nicker rests beside my heart.
                                Our souls entwine within.
                                Hark! Old horse.
                                The years reveal our fate.
                                If we should part before we wish. Please meet me at the gate

                                Comment


                                • #17
                                  Originally posted by greysandbays View Post
                                  MY GRANDEST FOAL
                                  (author unknown)
                                  I'll lend you for a little while
                                  My grandest foal, He said.
                                  For you to love while she's alive
                                  And morn for when she's dead.
                                  It may be one or twenty years,
                                  Or days or months , you see.
                                  But, will you, till I take her back,
                                  Take care of her for me?
                                  She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
                                  And should her stay be brief,
                                  You'll have treasured memories
                                  As solace for your grief.
                                  I cannot promise she 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 have selected you.
                                  Now will you give her your total love?
                                  Nor think the labor vain,
                                  Nor hate Me when I come
                                  To take her back again?
                                  I know you'll give her tenderness
                                  And love will bloom each day.
                                  And for the happiness you've known!
                                  Forever grateful stay.
                                  But should I come and call for her
                                  Much sooner than you'd planned
                                  You'll brave the bitter grief that comes
                                  And someday you'll understand
                                  For though I'll call her home to Me
                                  This promise to you I do make,
                                  For all the love and care you gave
                                  She'll wait for you, inside Heaven's Gate.
                                  I know this is an old thread, but I remembered this thread since it was a month before we put down my old man.

                                  Anyway, thanks for posting this. My trainer lost her almost 3 year old today and this poem reminds me so much of them. It brought tears to my eyes.

                                  Comment


                                  • #18
                                    this is a poem i wrote about my lovely horse, who i lost at the end of last summer. even though some months have passed i can barely cope, and all i live for is the memory of her. we were told to write a poem in higher english about your home and this is what i wrote.

                                    home to me is a place to flee,
                                    a place thats safe and sound.
                                    the smell of sweet grass and hay,
                                    and to hear her hooves hit the ground.
                                    if i saw her now i'd stand and sway,
                                    her beauty mezmorizing
                                    her brown eyes hyptnotising
                                    and if i could lay with Gem on a warm summer's day
                                    i'd be the happiest i could be,
                                    for she is home to me.

                                    Comment


                                    • #19
                                      I don't know where I got this or who the author is, but it touched my heart:

                                      and he looked deep into my eyes
                                      and he said YOU have always been the center of my universe, I have loved YOU always.
                                      I pressed my head into his and assured him that I was here as I had always been here.
                                      and he looked deep into my heart
                                      and he asked me "How much do you love me?"
                                      and I stroked his face smoothing closed his eyes and I replied
                                      "With all my heart"
                                      and then, he looked deep into my soul
                                      and he asked me
                                      "Do you love me enough to let me go?"
                                      And I held him close and replied softly................. YES.
                                      There are friends and faces that may be forgotten, but there are horses that never will be. - Andy Adams

                                      Comment


                                      • #20
                                        I started a collection

                                        after seeing a couple of these threads here on COTH. I'll paste what I have below. But be forewarned, it's long. And some of the abovementioned works are included. I have tried my best to get the author's name as well.

                                        I'll lend you for a little while
                                        My grandest foal, He said.
                                        For you to love while he's alive
                                        And mourn for when he's 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 have selected you._
                                        Now will you give him your total love?
                                        Nor think the labor vain,
                                        Nor hate Me when I come
                                        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 you'll understand.
                                        For though I'll call him home to Me
                                        This promise to you I do make
                                        For all the love and care you gave
                                        He'll wait for you, inside Heaven's Gate.




                                        "This It Be Right" by BuddyRoo on COTH

                                        Better a week too soon than a moment too late, they say.
                                        Better while the eyes still sparkle than wait til they dull.
                                        Better while the good days outnumber the bad.
                                        Better when it's hard for us than hard for them.

                                        It will never be easy for us.

                                        As stewards of these great creatures,
                                        We have the opportunity to give one final gift.
                                        Peace.
                                        We grant them peace in lieu of our own.

                                        But granting peace, the end, when we wish for more time?
                                        Eventually becomes a gift to ourselves.
                                        Knowing that we gave a final gift to one we cherished.
                                        Knowing it will leave an empty spot in our hearts.

                                        Doing it anyway. Because we DO love. And "this it be right"?

                                        That is what makes us human.

                                        For the love of my horse, I know who I am.
                                        And I know love.

                                        This it be right.




                                        Random poem from COTH

                                        'And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
                                        I'll gallop across to greet you, and we'll stand there side by side.'

                                        'I have so many things to show you, there's so much for you to see.
                                        Be patient, live your journey out......then come home to be with me.'




                                        The Horse's Prayer:

                                        Author Unknown



                                        To Thee Master

                                        I offer my prayer.....

                                        Feed me, water and care for me, and when the days work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean dry bed and a stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort.

                                        Always be kind to me. Talk to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you the more gladly and learn to love you.

                                        Do not jerk the reins, and do not whip me when going uphill. Never strike, beat or kick me when I do not understand what you want, but give me a chance to understand you.

                                        Watch me; and if I fail to do your bidding, see if something is wrong with my harness or feet.

                                        I cannot tell you when I am thirsty so give me clean, cool water often. I cannot tell you in words when I am sick, so watch me, that by signs you may know my condition.

                                        Give me all possible shelter from the hot sun, and put a blanket on me, not when I am working, but when standing in the cold. Never put a frosty bit in my mouth; first warm it by holding it a moment in your hands.

                                        I try to carry you and your burdens without a murmur, and wait patiently for you long hours of the day or night. Without the power to choose my shoes or path, I sometimes fall on the hard pavements which I have often prayed might be of such a nature as to give me a safe and sure footing.

                                        Remember that I must be ready at any moment to lose my life in your service.

                                        And finally, O Master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly tortured or starved to death; but do thou, my Master, take my life in the kindest way. And your God will reward you here and hereafter. You will not consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him, who was born in a stable.

                                        Amen






                                        May I go Now?
                                        Do you think the time is right?
                                        May I say good-bye to pain filled days
                                        And endless lonely nights?

                                        I've lived my life and done my best,
                                        an example tried to be.
                                        So can I take that step beyond
                                        and set my spirit free?

                                        I didn't want to go at first.
                                        I fought with all my might.
                                        But something seems to draw me now
                                        to a warm and loving light.

                                        I want to go. I really do.
                                        It's difficult to stay.
                                        But I will try as best I can
                                        to live just one more day.

                                        To give you time to care for me
                                        and share your love and fears.
                                        I know you're sad and afraid,
                                        because I see your tears.

                                        I'll not be far, I promise that,
                                        and hope you'll always know
                                        that my spirit will be close to you,
                                        wherever you may go.

                                        Thank you so for loving me.
                                        You know I love you too,
                                        that's why it's hard to say good-bye
                                        and end this life with you.

                                        So hold me now, just one more time
                                        and let me hear you say,
                                        because you care so much for me,
                                        you'll let me go today.

                                        By Susan A. Jackson
                                        __________________





                                        Unk by UNK

                                        How can I bear to lose you,
                                        my precious gentle one,
                                        to know that you will not be here
                                        when my day is done.

                                        So much of my heart, my love,
                                        have I given up to you,
                                        how then can I stand the pain
                                        now that your life is through.

                                        My sorrow overwhelms me,
                                        the tears so freely flow,
                                        how can I carry on my life,
                                        with a heart that's laden so.

                                        Then the answer comes to me
                                        from the stillness in my soul,
                                        remembering the love we shared
                                        will help to make me whole.

                                        I'll hold you in a special place,
                                        so deep within my heart,
                                        and in these loving memories,
                                        we'll never be apart.

                                        You will not be so far away,
                                        your presence I will feel.
                                        I'll wrap myself in memory
                                        and slowly I will heal.

                                        The years we shared, the little joys,
                                        the laughter and the tears,
                                        my love for you will never die,
                                        but strengthen with the years.

                                        So fare you well, my precious love,
                                        I gently let you go,
                                        and pray to all the Gods' there be
                                        that you will always know,

                                        I loved you so,
                                        my little one, that love will never cease,
                                        I gave you warmth, I gave you love,
                                        and now I give you peace


                                        "Somewhere behind the rider you've become, the hours of practice you've put in, the coaches that have pushed you, the fences you've hit, the bones you've broken, the hard falls you've taken, the long distance, the short distance, the chip, the strides, the equitation, the sweat, the tears, the blood, the blisters, the ripped jeans, the wool jackets on 100 degree summer july days, the lame horse, the crazy horse, the "are you serious?" horse, and everything in between... Somewhere behind all this is the little girl who fell in love with the horse, the sport, and the idea and never looked back. Ride for her."



                                        "Somewhere behind the rider you've become,
                                        the trainers who have pushed you,
                                        the people who believed in you,
                                        the long hours of schooling,
                                        the accomplishments you've made,
                                        the ribbons you didn't win,
                                        the falls you've taken,
                                        the tears you've cried,
                                        the broken bones,
                                        the crushed confidence,
                                        and the horses you've given your heart to--
                                        is a little girl who fell in love with the sport and never looked back.


                                        Don’t cry for the horses
                                        That life has set free
                                        A million white horses
                                        Forever to be
                                        Don’t cry for the horses
                                        Now in God's hands
                                        As they dance and they prance
                                        To a heavenly band
                                        They were ours as a gift
                                        But never to keep
                                        As they close their eyes
                                        Forever to sleep
                                        Their spirits unbound
                                        On silver wings they fly
                                        A million white horses
                                        Against the blue sky
                                        Look up into heaven
                                        You'll see them above
                                        The horses we lost
                                        The horses we loved
                                        Manes and tails flowing
                                        They gallop through time
                                        They were never yours
                                        They were never mine
                                        Don't cry for the horses
                                        They will be back someday
                                        When our time has come
                                        They will show us the way
                                        Do you hear that soft nicker
                                        Close to your ear
                                        Don’t cry for the horses
                                        Love the ones that are here

                                        by Brenda Riley-Seymore



                                        Somewhere...Somewhere in time'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.
                                        ~Stanley Harrison




                                        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 House Dog's Grave (Haig, An English Bulldog)

                                        I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now
                                        Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
                                        Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
                                        You see me there.

                                        So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
                                        Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
                                        And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
                                        The marks of my drinking-pan.

                                        I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
                                        On the warm stone,
                                        Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
                                        I lie alone.

                                        But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
                                        Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
                                        And where you sit to read--and I fear often grieving for me--
                                        Every night your lamplight lies on my place.

                                        You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
                                        To think of you ever dying
                                        A little dog would get tired, living so long.
                                        I hope then when you are lying

                                        Under the ground like me your lives will appear
                                        As good and joyful as mine.
                                        No, dear, that's too much hope: you are not so well cared for
                                        As I have been.

                                        And never have known the passionate undivided
                                        Fidelities that I knew.
                                        Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
                                        But to me you were true.

                                        You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
                                        I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
                                        To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
                                        I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

                                        Robinson Jeffers, 1941



                                        If it should be that I grow weak
                                        And pain should keep me from my sleep;
                                        Then you must do what must be done,
                                        For this last battle can't be won.

                                        You will be sad, I understand;
                                        But don't let grief then stay your hand.
                                        For this day more than all the rest,
                                        Your love for me must stand the test.

                                        We've had so many happy years;
                                        What is to come can hold no fears.
                                        You don't want me to suffer so
                                        The time has come, please let me go.

                                        Take me where my needs they'll tend,
                                        But please stay with me 'til the end
                                        To hold me close and speak to me
                                        Until my eyes no longer see.

                                        I know in time you will agree,
                                        It was a kindness done for me.
                                        Although my tail its last has waved,
                                        From pain and suffering I'm saved.

                                        Please do not grieve that it was you
                                        Who had this painful thing to do.
                                        We've been so close, we two, these years;
                                        Don't let your heart hold any tears.




                                        DON'T CRY FOR THE HORSES
                                        Unknown Author

                                        Don't cry for the horses that life has set free,
                                        A million white horses forever to be.
                                        Don't cry for the horses, now in God's hand,
                                        As they dance and they prance in a heavenly band.

                                        They were ours as a gift, but never to keep,
                                        As they close their eyes forever to sleep.
                                        Their spirits unbound, on silver wings they fly,
                                        A million white horses against a blue sky.

                                        Look up into Heaven, you'll see them above,
                                        The horses we lost, the horses we loved.
                                        Manes and tails flowing, they gallop through time,
                                        They were never yours, they were never mine.

                                        Don't cry for the horses, they'll be back someday,
                                        When our time is gone, they will show us the way.
                                        Do you hear that soft nicker? Close to your ear?
                                        Don't cry for the horses, Love the ones who are here.
                                        Flip a coin. It's not what side lands that matters, but what side you were hoping for when the coin was still in the air.

                                        You call it boxed wine. I call it carboardeaux.

                                        Comment

                                        Working...
                                        X