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Post by Lorraine L on Oct 14, 2007 22:12:22 GMT 1
This is your chance to either put words or poems down on paper ( well type it on the computer ) to tell Monty what / how life has changed for you and your horses since being introduced to his ideas and the whole IH approach to horses.
The winner of this will be judged by Monty Roberts himself and the winner will recieve something signed by him in recognition of your words.
To enter this competition, you need to make a donation of £2.50 ( details of how to pay on the main charity page ) Please use the reference " Monty" on the payment.
The closing date for this is 23rd October.
You can type out your entry on this thread. It can be as long or short as you think necessary but try not to make it too long !
Please don't anyone add to the thread other than those entering otherwise it will make the reading of the entries quite difficult. Thank you and good luck.
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Post by Lorraine L on Oct 14, 2007 22:15:00 GMT 1
Sorry - Please start the poem or letters with
Dear Mr Roberts ..............................
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Post by horsiehelen on Oct 14, 2007 22:47:20 GMT 1
Can you get him to do a 'Monty will Fix it' bit like Jim'll Fix It, LOL ;D
Great idea though.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2007 7:59:19 GMT 1
Toddy is a sweet little pony in my family. Bought as a first ridden, it soon transpired he was a bad bucker, he bucked all 5 kids off. Toddy was booked to go back to the dealers when I went over to have a look. Without Monty, I wouldn't have had the first idea. Thanks to Monty, Toddy is still in his field. Here is his poem
A thank you from Toddy
Dear Mr Roberts, to you I say Thank you for showing another way For teaching others to hear me when I was a bucker.
My saddle hurt, I couldn’t walk But being a horse I couldn’t talk To say so. So I bucked.
They hit me and that hurt me more They hit me till my flank was sore And bruised. And so I bucked.
I’m just a horse, I don’t know words. How else to make my feelings heard When I hurt, but by bucking?
I’ll try my best, I’ll try so hard If only you could stop that shard Dig in my back. That makes me buck.
And so I thank you every day For hearing what we have to say. Now see how beautifully I trot, How I can please you now my lot Is not to bear that awful pain But to be free to stretch again. Now I no longer buck.
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Post by Lynn on Oct 16, 2007 9:47:41 GMT 1
Dear Mr Robert's Here is what you mean to me, a person you do not know at all, but who follows your example as faithfully as I can and was inspired by events in a freezing demo hall.
Frozen,numb and transfixed silenced by his majesty a Gentleman inspired us all. Not grand or proud but humble he showed us all a new way and dared us to stand tall.
Kind hands he used to calm and reassure, he guided each horse to recall. They grew to trust him and saw his inner light. A gentleman enthralled us all.
The pain was clear as real as the fear Mr Roberts understood it all. The humans past and present their behaviour accepted or unseen had deminished us, one and all.
We sat in silent witness as he worked to bring new hope. Wonderfilled moments for every memory to recall. Such ways of trust and understanding could make the world a better place, a Gentleman enthralled us all.
So when times seem hopeless and you feel you are alone, that is the time to recall the stead fast Mr Roberts who dare to stand alone. A Gentleman who enthralles us all.
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Post by potto on Oct 17, 2007 0:39:00 GMT 1
Dear Mr Roberts
My Story begins some years ago after I studied and played hard I was working in London, social and single as a registered children’s nurse and then community health visitor. I dealt with lots of child protection.
After a miscarriage followed by an ectopic pregnancy I was told that my likelihood of motherhood was limited as my other tube was also damaged. A breast lump was discovered and removed and my relationship broke up, I suffered from a severe depression and was admitted to hospital. Amazingly during this tumultuous time I met my husband to be, an incredible person and positive influence who has taught me many valuable things. Miraculously I became pregnant naturally and although the pregnancy was not expected to be viable and was fairly rocky…. Ending with a one month bed rest in hospital and a ceasarian section a healthy baby girl was born… Filling our lives with joy…. I had really believed this wasn’t going to happen.. Unfortunately life does not run smoothly and I became very ill again, severely depressed and eventually after ups and downs over periods of months was admitted in crisis to hospital again with depression and anxiety. I left my daughter in the care of my husband.
My Journey out of the sinking sand that is depression is not pretty but laborious and frustrating the only way forward is to try and change the pattern. Anyone who has had depression can tell you that you loose pleasure in everything. It is hard to get up in the morning because you don’t enjoy anything. I had to look for reasons to live, I had to find pleasure in surviving again. This is when I saw a sign in a pet shop looking for a rider, something I lived, breathed and slept in my youth. From this one horse I started riding another, then another until I was riding all the horses no one else wanted to, or if they had a problem I would get on or spend time with them. As I started exercising and riding I started feeling better and was able to spend more time looking after my daughter, socialising with people, doing housework, functioning normally and became more positive and happy.
I then started reading more and more about how to work with problems with horses, and different approaches. I read Nicole Golding’s book ’Whispering Back’ and your book ‘The Man who Listens to Horses’ and it all fell into place.
Both of these books were so powerful in different ways. Nicole‘s book showed that intelligent horsemanship can be carried out by somebody else and it’s ok to be human and Adam’s entries also gave me hope of the sort of life that I could hope to achieve. I also live not far away to make it real enough to go and visit them.
Each time I read your book I take away something more, in the relationship with your father I can hear echo’s of my own family. In your story of determination and success I take courage and motivation.
I had long decided to save up to become a student on the Intelligent Horsemanship Courses however after an incident at a livery yard, where upon I was witness to a horse about to be beaten with a broken piece of wood to get it to load into a horse box. I found myself the very next week camping in front of Ian Vandenburghe’s house helping Kelly Marks and the rest of the team on the five day foundation course. A fabulous an outstanding opportunity and resource for people in my position to access.
I haven’t looked back since then. I don’t know how I managed with horses before I went….
When I returned I was asked to back a four year old mare, her circumstances were not great, but then neither were her owners, but the advice Kelly’s books ‘Perfect Manners’ and ‘Perfect Partners’ are very good reference ‘bibles’. I ended up looking after the herd of three geldings, two mares and a foal. (It’s a long story for another time). I was amazed that this flighty bitey reary mare, that wouldn’t even let you touch her back to start with… turned into the most loving beautiful trusting ride following your intelligence. I know you wrote about it, I know I saw other people do it, but she did it for me too!!!
I have now been trusted to start another youngster although I don’t really feel qualified by any manner or means…. but I am going to be one day…. And I really mean that but for now I am finally going to be a student of Kelly’s on the Horse Psychology course in January and will at last see you at the demonstration in Gloscestershire that myself and my husband will be helping at.
Well I am in my second year of a hairdressing course (obviously not the ideal but it is good fun and I have funky hair!) I am also enjoying horses and I am able to care for my daughter who is at school and happy. My husband is back at work full time and we are able to pay our mortgage and are nearly off of benefits at last.
I feel I have a direction and feel stable and haven’t had a relapse of depression since I have started back riding and working with horses. I am able to support other people with their horses. The positive attitude and humour of Kelly and the intelligent horsemanship team never fails to chivvy even those in the worst of humours along…. (An excellent leadership skill!)
So to conclude Mr Roberts your influence on me has been such that not only have you helped, my mental health, my relationship with my daughter, my husband and with making friends socially. My riding and communication with equines and people alike has improved. My confidence has increased and I have found enjoyment in life, determination to succeed and new purpose. Family Finances have improved (We are not quite so poor LOL), I have lost weight got fitter and started a new career to fund my horse dreams…. And that’s without even meeting you or owning a horse …and I am just one in a million ;-)
Thank you and Kindest Regards
JW
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Post by Catrin on Oct 17, 2007 14:29:38 GMT 1
Dear Mr Roberts, There's so much I could say The way you came into my life And changed it day by day.
At first I got the run around I'd been a naughty boy But then I got the come on in And started feeling coy.
Did she really want me Did she mean what her body said She'd given me the signals Could I follow, if she led?
She went to move towards me As I looked she changed her mind Instead she asked me forwards So I followed in behind.
As I rested on her shoulder All my cares had flown away She rubbed my head so gently And I knew she'd let me stay.
I'll follow on behind Just like I did right then Whatever she wants I'll do I won't go away again.
Small things made life better She bought a longer rope Asked for what she wanted And gave me back my hope.
She rides me in a Dually She long lines me as well Since she met you Mr Roberts This horse can tell you, life's been swell!
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Post by Zoe RA on Oct 17, 2007 19:48:21 GMT 1
Dear Mr Roberts, for me, writing is hard, Horses are my thing, I am no bard,
But for this I will try to put down what I heard, The impact it made when I read your word.
The way I was told was to smack and to shout. but that wasn't my way, and so I got out. I missed being with horses, it didn't feel right, But I wasn't going back, I had run out of fight.
"The Man Who Listens to Horses" it said on the cover, I had been listening for years but thought there was no other, I had all of the jigsaw but the pieces wouldn't fit, until the wonderfully day when you gave me the lid, You were the picture, the one I was missing, You showed me the way, now it's your picture I'm kissing.
Now horses are once again part of my life, Mr Roberts I thank you, you have ended the strife.
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Post by Lorraine L on Oct 20, 2007 0:11:13 GMT 1
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Post by laura on Oct 20, 2007 23:40:00 GMT 1
Dear Mr Roberts, how different you were, from the folk that had taught me to ride. What I’d learnt through the years was so spare When then challenged by Taz at my side I looked at the message you spread My horse needed help, as did I, She’d been hurt and viewed humans with dread And this fear was so deep in her eye.
I needed show her I meant her no pain And stop her from trampling me A technique that was safe, with no shame I needed find just as soon as could be
Books by Kelly and you I did read And practiced the skills you advised. Then slowly I worked with my steed And progress the reward I then prized
We worked and we worked with each other In each other to trust we did strive Now just look at us both work together Who’d have thought we’d do more than survive
For the path you have helped us to tread (Though we stepped on some more on the way) We now greet with such warmth not with dread And our Thanks seems so little to say.
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Post by sami4971 on Oct 22, 2007 14:24:23 GMT 1
Dear Mr. Roberts, I want to say Thank you, For helping me and my owners through. I was assumed naughty, they didn’t know, That I was just confused, Were they friend or Foe?
My journey with humans had mostly been bad, Taken off Bodmin moor, losing the herd that I had. Into a sale ring, ponies screaming in fear, Men with whips, hurting us rewarded with cheers. Rounded into a pen, made to trot around, Wanting to escape, surrounded by new sounds. Thrown in a box with horses everywhere, So packed in, Stallion, Colt, Filly and Mare. Into a new field with lots of space, We could be ponies again, freedom I could taste. Then before I could settle, rounded up again, This time tied to a pole, not into a pen…
Restricted! Held! Forced! Scared!
I didn’t understand, I tried to fight, I pulled and pulled, with all my might. Then into a trailer, no food or hay, Me and a filly, found a place we could stay. We learnt to like humans; they could be nice after all, But I was their leader, to my hooves they should fall. They kept testing me; Id put them back in their place, Rearing and bucking, galloping into them at super pace. I accepted their cuddles; I liked it I guess, But aren’t humans all like the rest? I wanted to trust them, but I was confused. Before now people they’d been bad, I got hurt and abused…
Confused! Anxious! Lonely! Unhappy!
Then my owners changed, they found an RA, She introduced us to your methods, and they never went away. now I understand, humans are my partners in crime, A bond forever, with them I love spending time. I understand them, they understand me, all through body language, you’ve showed us monty! I’m happy now, and they get my ways, I’m secure here, in an intelligent horsemanship home I’ll stay. But one thing I wish, that more horse owners would read your books, Learn these methods, and then more horses would be in luck. If it can take me from wild, to a happy pony having fun, Then surely it will work, on almost everyone!
Happy! Settled! Partnership! Trusting!
Your methods work on both sides of the partnership, That’s when ownership can become friendship. So thank you Monty, you’ve changed the lives of me and my herd, We can talk to our owners, and at last our voices are heard!
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Post by indigo on Oct 22, 2007 19:09:57 GMT 1
Short but sweet, a haiku from me...
Dear Mr Roberts, Equus owes you eternal- Dawn after long night
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Post by neal on Oct 24, 2007 8:33:00 GMT 1
Caro Monty Caro Monty Duur Monty Dyr Monty Geacht Monty Kallis Monty Cher Monty Draga Monty Mahal Monty Koishii Monty Carus Monty Ghali Monty Kara Monty Qin Monty
More than 6700 languages are spoken in 228 countries in the world
Thank you, Dear Mr Roberts in all the languages of the world.
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Post by Kelly Marks on Nov 7, 2007 16:17:04 GMT 1
Hi All Well I showed these all to Monty and he was totally overwhelmed - and then said it was just impossible to 'judge' these as they were all so good so I said I'd draw the winner and the winner of a signed Monty book is....................................................................................... potto - who later I realised was helping us at Hartpury and coming on an HP course and I think she's choosing 'From My Hands to Yours' Well done all entries! Kelly
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Post by Catrin on Nov 7, 2007 16:42:16 GMT 1
Wow - well done potto. That's the one that I was so impressed with, so I'm really glad you drew her name out.
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