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The Little Girl & The Horse
| Posted on October 27, 2019 at 4:00 PM |
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After making the little girl, God said:
“You’ll need something to lean on. Something with substance that will teach you the value of hard work, perseverance, and to never give up. A thing that won’t cast judgment when you mess up in life. Because you will often, it’s just part of growing up and becoming a decent human."
"You’ll need something whose impressive physical presence must be respected at all times. A being who could b...
Read Full Post »A Father's Explanation of Why He Had Horses for His Children
| Posted on September 1, 2017 at 9:20 AM |
A Father's Explanation of Why He Had Horses for His Children
~ Author Unknown
My daughter turned sixteen years old today; which is a milestone for most
people. Besides looking at baby photos and childhood trinkets with her, I
took time to reflect on the young woman my daughter had become and the
choices she would face in the future.
As I looked at her I could see the athlete she was, and determined woman she
Read Full Post »Riding Lesson
| Posted on August 20, 2017 at 10:25 AM |
Poem: "Riding Lesson"
by Henry Taylor
From An Afternoon of Pocket Billiards (University of Utah Press)
Riding Lesson
I learned two things
from an early riding teacher.
He held a nervous filly
in one hand and gestured
with the other, saying "Listen.
Keep one leg on one side,
the other leg on the other side,
and your mind in the middle."
He turned and mounted...
Read Full Post »The Dressage Lesson
| Posted on July 3, 2017 at 10:30 AM |
The Dressage Lesson - A Poem
by Stephen Forbes
July 03, 2017
Contact, oh contact, what does it mean?
Trying to figure this out makes me want to scream
Too light, too soft, too hard, too strong
My instructor yells that it's always wrong
They say it means whats going on in the back
This Dressage thing I can't seem to get the knack
"The hindelgs the hindlegs they are too out behind!"
Trying to get this...
Read Full Post »Christmas Eve Dressage Poem
| Posted on October 30, 2009 at 10:35 AM |
Christmas Eve Dressage Poem
by MARY L. BRENNAN, DVM
OCT 30, 2009
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the farm,
Only one horse was stirring, the brown one in the barn,
The only one to hang a stocking from his feed dish that night,
Hoping that Santa would come, and fill it just right.
The other horses were settled quietly in their stalls,
While their dreams were of horse treats, candy cane...
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