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Post by bankendrescue on Apr 6, 2008 18:51:36 GMT 1
I must have one of my rescue horses PTS tomorrow due to advanced bone cancer. Thank you for these beautiful poems, they make me weep but also give me comfort. Gentil Paul's webpage will have some of these poems on it as a reminder of what a special boy he is.
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Post by bobbie on Jun 25, 2008 22:04:03 GMT 1
Hi everyone, I'm new, I wrote this poem last year when I lost my mare, Bobbie. I'll explain the situation first with what happened. We take in rescue horses and last year we took a rescue mare in whom I think had we not she would have been dead in a couple of weeks, anyway she had been very badly starved, so bad that all her hair had come out and as you can imagine she was in a pretty bad way. To cut it short she had ringworm as well and I didn't notice this untill I had given it to my other two mares because I was handling them as well as her everyday. So I put them in small paddock together to keep them away from the others and washed them every other day in stuff from the vets, I disinfected the stables and all the field fencing too, anyway there wasn't much grass so dad put a bale of hay in the field for them, I didn't think at the time they would fight over hay as mine all live in a herd usually and don't fight, but the mare I had taken in had been so starved that she did fight and she kicked my mare Bobbie so bad that she smashed her shoulder in two places and I had to have her put to sleep. I do not blame the mare for what happened, I blame the people who starved her, it was not her fault. Bobbie was the first foal we bred and when she was born mum gave her to me. She was very special to me, sometimes when in summer they sleep out I could walk through the field at night and not say a word and bobbie would no it was me and nicker to me like she would a foal, I could ride her up with the rest of the herd with just a rope around her neck, She was thirteen when I had her taken from me and this is what I wrote, incidently the rescue mare who kicked her name's Summer and she is very well now and still lives with us.
Gone are the last days of summer with the meadow still rich in bloom overhead the far cry of a buzzard still sings his solitary tune
the breeze is warm and tender as she softly calls your name while you close your eyes forever never to awake again
The sun she casts no shadow to where you and I do lay gone are the last days of summer for it was summer that took you away
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Post by mozann on Sept 11, 2008 19:48:56 GMT 1
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.
- By Stanley Harrison
Dedicated by my very non-horsey sister to my pony Mozart, who died last week.
Another quote I found
Some horses come into our lives and quickly go. Others stay awhile, make hoofprints on our hearts, and we are never the same.
Author Unknown
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2009 13:00:39 GMT 1
For Mungo
I have found a hole in my armchair, the pink and blue one, adorned dog hair and paw prints, the one with a bit of a tear in the cushion where you used to sit with one eye on the kitchen just in case a scrap might fall that would otherwise go to waste.
I'm sure that hole wasn't there last week. Or maybe it was but we didn't get a peek of it, filled as it was by you. I look now, at that hole, and I see that somehow it looks familiar. It seems to match the dent left in my heart since you went.
Your chair is still there, already occupied by others who you knew, your sister and brothers. Time moves on already, but I will always take you with me, through memories of the times we knew. You will trot ahead, then look back and wait Until I catch you up at that one last gate.
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Post by mandal on Feb 8, 2009 13:31:10 GMT 1
Wonderful poem Liz. I'm so sorry.
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Post by mozann on Jun 17, 2009 23:39:33 GMT 1
Mourning Daze
The tiles of the kitchen floor reach up to her with offers of a hopscotch game
"Not today" she whispers And rushes on to prepare the morning fare
"Come dance with us" coax the sunflowers lining the path to the mailbox
"Not today" she whispers as she returns with three credit card offers and a Sears Roebuck
"Imagine with us!" chatters the cloud parade as it marches across the sky
"Not today" she whispers separating whites from darks scrubbing stains from her husband's t-shirts
"Chase us!" shout the waves giggling along the shore
"Not today" she whispers slowly packing squeaky toys and tennis balls into a worn cardboard box
"Sing with me," croons the rain strumming upon her porch roof
"Not today" she whispers taking the two bowls from their spot of 15 years and placing them in the sink
"Twirl with us!" gasp the leaves jumping from the trees
"Not today" she whispers as she removes the cover from the cedar bed and puts it in the wash for the very last time
"Remember me" say the kind brown eyes and wagging tail watching her from a photograph on the mantle
"Every day" she whispers and finally she stops... and sits... and weeps...
Author ....... Ardath Piston
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Post by cavallocolorato on Jan 5, 2010 11:43:58 GMT 1
A friend just sent this to me. I don't know who wrote it I'm afraid, but I think it is lovely. I have done a search and I can't find it anywhere else, but apologies if it's already been posted somewhere here.
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 to 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
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Post by lizpurlo on Jan 13, 2011 21:14:51 GMT 1
Days - Ray Davies.
Thank you for the days Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me. I'm thinking of the days I won't forget a single day, believe me.
I bless the Light I bless the Light that shines on you, believe me. And though you're gone You're with me every single day, believe me.
Days I'll remember all my life Days I'll remember all my life. You took my life But then I knew that very soon you'd leave me But it's all right - Now I'm not frightened of this world, believe me.
I wish today could be tomorrow. The night is long, it just brings sorrow, let it go.
Thank you for the days These endless days were sacred days you gave me I'm thinking of the days I won't forget a single day, believe me.
For Jingo - June 1988 - May 1992
and the Box - June 1994 - December 2010.
Good night, my dear ones.
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Post by Beth&Rosie on Nov 15, 2011 19:19:37 GMT 1
For my dog Zak You came to my life like a ray of sun, Days of laughter, joy and fun. But time goes on and so we grow, Until it's time for us to go And leave the earth and say goodbye, To run free in the meadows of the sky. Your time with me went far too fast, If only I could make it last Forever, but that is far to quick For you to give me one last lick and leave me on the mortal plane, But soon you were in too much pain. It was too much for you to bear, To make you stay was just not fair. I know that in a few years still, Just to think of you will make tears spill, But it always you I used to cry on, Who can I cry on now you're gone? So run free in Rainbow Bridge my dear, And to my heart you will always be near. I'll miss you for eternity, Until again you run with me. I hope you can run free of pain now my darling! xxx Zak 15/11/11 9 years, taken to soon, my handsome, lovely, gentle boy
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