Are you one of the ones who...
wanders out to the barn just because...
worries when one of your charges gets the slightest bit sick...
can be found out with them at 3 am, just checking on the one
you're worried about
laughs out loud at the silly things they do
gets stern at the silly things they shouldn't do (but laughs
takes a deep breath at the newly opened bale of hay...just
checking that its just right
misses them deeply when you go "on vacation" and can't wait
till you get back to see them again
instinctively know that something is amiss, that little
voice, that no one else hears, that tells you not everything
is as it should be
spends the night in the barn waiting for the new arrival,
only for it to be born 3 weeks later after you turn her out
Loves the scent of fresh leather
...is not bothered by the aroma of fresh piles
has no qualms about grabbing that slimy, gooey shiny
membrane to help a newborn out...
marvels at the eye, the majestic-ness and the wise-ness that
takes a deep breath in while hugging a neck, inhaling the
musty sweet scent
knows each and every ones different neigh
Don't Cry For The Horses
Don't cry for the horses that life has set free to run among a
horses forever to be. Don't cry for the horses now in God's
hands, as they
dance and they prance in a heavenly band. They were our's as a
never to keep...they closed their eyes for awhile to sleep.
unbound, on silver wings they fly. A million white horses
against the blue
sky. Look up into heaven, you'll see them as the clouds above.
The horses we
lost, the horses we've loved. Manes and tails flowing, they
time. They never were yours, they never were mine. Don't cry for
they'll be back someday. When our time is done, they'll show us
Say, do you hear that soft nicker, close to your ear? Don't cry
horses, love the ones that are here.