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!!!
(author
unknown)
When
I am Old...
I
shall wear diamonds
And
a wide brimmed straw hat
With
ribbons and flowers on it
And
I shall spend my social security
on
white wine andcarrots
And
sit in the alley way of my barn
And
listen to my horses breathe.
I
will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And
ride the dappled mare
Across
the moonstruck meadow,
If
my oldbones will allow.
And
when people come to call,
I
will smile and nod,
As
I walk them past the gardens to the barn
And
show, instead, the flowers growing there.
In
stalls fresh-lined with straw
I
will learn to shovel and sweat and wear
hay
in my hair as if it were a jewel.
And
I will be an embarrassment to all
who
look down on me
Who
have not yet found the peace in being free
To
love a horse as a friend,
A
friend who waits at midnight hour
With
muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For
the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.
(author
unknown)
The
hooves of the horses!
Oh!
witching and sweet
Ist
the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet;
No
whisper of lover, no trilling of bird,
Can
stir me as hooves of the horses
have
stirred.
Will
H. Ogilvie
Now
I lay me down to sleep,
Hay
in the stalls is ankle deep,
My
mares are standing with their foals,
The
geldings are now gentle souls.
As
we approach into the night,
I
pray Guardian Angels will take flight...
And
nestle down into the hay...
Protecting
them till comes the day.
Let
neither colic, cough nor croup,
Disturb
the slumber of this group,
Let
mares and foals come to no harm,
Bless
the stallions in the barn.
And
Lord as I rise before the sun,
Let
my chores be thankful ones,
Feeding
hay and pouring grain
Brushing
coats and grooming manes.
As
I stand and watch them eat,
I
marvel at these gentle beasts
Or
watch them running, wild and free
It's
your Creation that I see.
(author unknown)
