Poetry, Jokes and Horsetails

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Ryerss Farm for Aged Equines
baby Molly peeking over an aged friend at Ryerss Farm for Aged Equines

For My Horse
I Take Responsibility For The Horse Within
I will see that he has every day,
plenty of clean water and good hay.
Shelter from cold, wind and rain
and the ration he needs daily of grain
I'll see to his need for play and exercise.
and Love him, for that is the bind that ties.
I'll teach him and I promise to learn.
His trust in me, I'll take time to earn.
He will not be just a toy that I can afford,
that I forget, except to pay board.
I'll see to his needs day in and day out,
not leaving him in his stall to sulk and to pout.
I know that I own him but he too owns me,
I'm responsible to keep him happy and healthy.
He is not a burden, but a lifelong friend.
Not one I'll abandon when his life nears its end.
It was my choice, not his, to have a horse
From that choice his life should be better, not worse.
I'll not ship him off when he's too old to ride,
finding excuses and reasons behind which to hide.
Like marriage it was meant to last, not end in divorce.
For that divorce often means the death of the horse.
It is more like a child, the purchase a birth,
a being to care for, a life that has worth.
I acknowledge this commitment with honor and pride,
I'll care for this horse, he's not just something to ride.
If the day ever comes, when my promise I can't fullfill,
I'll see that he is placed with someone who will.

At The End of The Day
It was dark in the barn at the end of the day. Beside his proud dam a newborn foal lay. The mare she stood and bowed down her head, the foal tried to listen to the words that she said. Her words were too soft for his small ears to hear, he struggled to his feet and she drew him near. "Mama, I am not sleepy, I want to have fun. I want to run with the others and lay in the sun." "Hush, little one, this is the time that we pray, for those who suffer at the end of the day."
"Dear Lord, we are thankful for all we receive, the world's not as hard a place as we once believed. No longer must we hunger, shiver or thirst, our needs are now met, our ills are now nursed. But there are too many horses, unfortunate still, who survive every day, through force of sheer will. They never are petted, pampered or brushed, Have never had a human in which they could trust. No blankets, no turnouts, no time just for play, and Lord how they suffer at the end of the day."
"No child to whisper soft words in their ear, no owner that comforts when they know fear. No soft hands to pet them on neck and on back, good food and warm shelters not all that they lack. They get no attention when they are not well, locked in their stalls filled with filth, they already know Hell. Often beaten and starved they hang down their head, to wait sweet release that only comes when they're dead. They get no soft bedding on which to lay, little food and no love at the end of the day."
The foal's eyes they widened with fear and concern. The mare nuzzled him gently and licked him in turn. "My son, do not worry, you'll never know hunger. You're days will be secure and filled up with wonder. Not long ago I was one of those suffering, deeply in pain, no kindness, no soft words, no shelter from rain. Before you were born our rescuers arrived, and I knew when you came that you'd surely thrive. Sleep now, my child, our Angels are near," softly she neighed, "and know we truly are thankful at the end of the day!"

My Wife and her Horse
My wife she has a quarter horse, with flaxen mane and tail.
She thinks he is the finest thing that ever jogged a rail.
She calls him Dandy Darling, and if the truth I tell,
that fancy pampered quarter horse has made my life pure hell.
My wife she used to cook for ME and serve it with champagne.
Now she'd rather feed that horse and fix his special grain.
She rides him every morning, and grooms him half the night.
The last time that she kissed ME it was just to be polite.
He dresses better than I do, with matching wraps and ties,
my wardrobe's so neglected now that I attract the flies.
One day my wife was shopping, she was down at the mall,
and fancy pampered DANDY was just standing in his stall.
He looked so smug and sassy, that I began to grin,
I'd saddle that fat sucker, and take him for a spin.
I've wondered since if cues I gave, he might have misconstrued,
for when I climbed aboard that horse, he rightly came unglued!
He bucked and spun, and snorted fire, and threw me through a fence.
I saw big stars and there are teeth that I ain't heard from since.
My wife came home and saw me, just a lying in the dirt,
she rushed up to her HORSE and asked him, "Sweetheart are you HURT?"
He'd scratched his nose a little bit, and the memory galls me yet,
she left me lying in the mud, and ran to call the VET!!

One Chance In A Million

It happened so sudden, 12 years in my past,
For the rest of my life the injury would last.
The cars hit head-on, not a chance to slow down,
The next I remember, I lay on the ground.
My hip joint was crushed beyond all repair.
"You're too young to replace it," Doc said with a stare,
"You will walk again, but never will run."
These words hit me hard like a shot from a gun.

Ten years came and went, the pain more severe.
I said to my wife, "Time to replace it is here."
When the surgery was over, Doc said to my wife,
"He can't ride a horse for the rest of his life."
We own our own farm with a full riding stable,
So horses and riding put food on our table.
I could sell horses and tack, and some money I'd make,
But to ride one myself was a risk I can't take.

And then it did happen, one night at the sale,
As I stood selling halters inside of the rail.
My wife came up to me with that look in her eye.
She said, "There's a horse out back ready to die."
As I walked to the killer pen and looked over the fence,
There stood a starved gelding whose frame was immense.
His eyes were three inches sunk back in his head;
If he were lying down, you would have sworn he was dead.
He stood sixteen-one, weighed about four and a quarter,
His hair was three inches and not one-half shorter.
A skeleton with hide stood before my own eyes.
If he walked through the ring, it would be a surprise.

As the barn door slid open and they led him on in,
The auctioneer said, "Two hundred is where we'll begin."
The kill buyer said, "Two-oh-five's all I'll give."
I said, "I'll give two-ten just to see if he'll live."
The bids then quit coming, not a sound from the crowd,
The next word was "Sold" he said very loud.
As the trailer backed up to the wood loading gate,
I said, "Let's get him home before it's too late."
He had to have help to step up to the floor,
But we got him in and then closed the door.
As I drove home that night, I looked back at a glance
And said, "If he lives, we'll call him Last Chance."

Well, we made the trip home, and he lived through the night.
When the vet came next morning, he said, ?What a sight.?
We floated his teeth and trimmed all his feet,
Gave him wormer and thiamin and a little to eat.
My vet said his heart was as strong as a drum,
If we brought him along slowly the rest may just come.
Well, his weight starting coming and his health soon returned.
He showed us his love he must have thought that we earned.
He would whinny and nicker as I walked to the shed,
As if to say, "Thanks, 'cause of you, I'm not dead."
He would stroll the whole place without being penned,
He'd come when I call, just like man's best friend.

Three months had gone by since the night of the sale,
My wife had him tied on our old hitchin' rail.
I asked her, 'What's up?" as I just came outside.
She said, "It's time to see if he'll ride."
She threw on the blanket, saddle, bridle and said,
"The worst that could happen, I'll get tossed on my head."
As her seat hit the leather, he stood like a rock.
With a tap of her heels, he started to walk.
He reined to the left and he reined to the right,
The bit in his mouth he sure didn't fight.
He did what she asked without second thought.
She cantered him on and not once he fought.
When she returned from the ride with a tear in her eye,
She said, "He's the one, would you like to try?"
I thought to myself as I stood at his side,
If this giant's that gentle, why not take a ride?
It had been a long time, but the look on his face,
Said, "Hop on, my good friend, let's ride 'round this place."
We rode round the yard, then out through the gate,
This giant and me, it must have been fate.

He gave me back part of my life that I lost,
Knew then I'd keep him, no matter what cost.
I've been offered two-thousand, and once even three,
But no money on earth would buy him from me.
You see, we share something special, this gelding and me,
A chance to start over, a chance to be free.
And when the day comes that his heart beats no more,
I'll bury my friend just beyond my back door.
And over his grave I'll post a big sign,
"Here lies Last Chance, a true friend of mine."

Author Unknown
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(From Stableviews, June/July 2000)



TWO HORSES

Just up the road from my home is a field
with two horses in it.
From a distance, each looks like every other horse.
But if you stop your car, or are walking by,
you will notice something quite amazing.
Looking into the eyes of one horse will
disclose that he is blind.
His owner has chosen not to have him put down,
but has made a good home for him.
This alone is amazing.
If nearby and listening,
you will hear the sound of a bell.
Looking around for the source of the sound,
you will see that it comes from the
smaller horse in the field.
Attached to her halter is a small bell.
It lets her blind friend know where she is,
so he can follow her.
As you stand and watch these two friends,
you'll see how she is always checking on him,
and that he will listen for her bell and then
slowly walk to where she is, trusting that she
will not lead him astray. When she returns to the
shelter of the barn each evening, she stops
occasionally and looks back, making sure her
friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.
Like the owners of these two horses,
God does not throw us away just because
we are not perfect or because we have problems
or challenges. He watches over us and even brings
others into our lives to help us when we are in need.
Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by
the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives.
Other times we are the guide horse, helping others see.
Good friends ar like this......
You don't always see them,
but you know they are always there.
Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for your.


"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle"


A Horses Prayer
Feed me, water and care for me, and when day's work is done,
provide me with a shelter, a clean dry stall large enough for me to
lie down in comfort. Talk to me, your voice often means as much to
me as the reins. Pet me sometime that I may serve you more gladly
and learn to love you. Shoe me properly that I may serve you in
comfort. Never strike, beat, or kick me when I don't understand what
you want, but give me a chance to understand you. And finally, oh
master, when my youthful strength is gone, do not turn me out to
starve or freeze, or sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly
tortured or stoned 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




"Focusing On The Horse"