Horsie Poems.
I like this.
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
My horse has gone ahead now,
To blaze a trail for us;
To find out every rocky place,
Or one where we can’t pass;
He’ll seek the finest grassland,
And water fresh and pure;
To make sure when we travel on,
Our path beyond is clear;
He’s never let me down before,
I know now and I see;
He’ll blaze our trail to heaven,
And come back one day for me.
-?
Comment by Lauren
February 27, 2006 @ 10:40 pm
My poetry TA knows I love horses, and so he’s like - here, read this… it’s about horses! and it was easily the most depressing thing I’ve ever read in my life.
That reminds a lot of a shel silverstein poem, which is much cooler so I feel compelled to share it with you.
Years From Now by Shel Silverstein
Too far away to see your face
as you flip through these poems a while.
Somewhere off in some far place,
I hear you laughing
and I smile.
Comment by Kat
February 27, 2006 @ 11:43 pm
I have a book filled with horsie poems and stories and such. It’s a bit too girly for my tastes, but it has some good stuff in it if you ever want more horsie poems.
Comment by Crystal
February 28, 2006 @ 6:11 am
I do. I like them!
Comment by Lauren
February 28, 2006 @ 9:10 am
Some of my favorites…
“She was iron-sinew’d and satin-skinned,
Ribbed like a drum and limb’d like a deer,
Fierce as the fire and fleet as the wind -
There was nothing she couldn’t climb or clear.”
A.L. Gordon, The Romance of Britomarte.
“I will not change my horse with any that treads on four pasterns. Ca ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs, le cheval volant, the Pegasus, chez les narines de feu! When I bestride him, I soar, I am a
hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes… he is pure air and fire…the prince of palfreys; his neigh is like the bidding of a monarch and his countenance enforces homage. ”
- Shakespeare
and of course the infamous line that’s always taken out of context..
“A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!” - Shakespeare, RIII
Comment by Crystal
February 28, 2006 @ 9:23 am
“She was iron-sinew’d and satin-skinned,
Ribbed like a drum and limb’d like a deer,
Fierce as the fire and fleet as the wind -
There was nothing she couldn’t climb or clear.”
AWWWWWWWw. This is about Cook! Someone always says she moves like a deer!