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  • luv4horses 2:05 am on December 19, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: barn, , , love, night before, poem, presents, reindeer   

    Was the Night before Christmas 

    Was the night before Christmas and all through the barn,
    Not a creature was stirring, Well maybe a mouse.
    It was cold and windy and not a star in sight
    but it was one perfect night.
    The stocking were hung on the stalls doors with care,
    in hope that Santa would soon be there.

    The horses were snuggle in their stalls full of hay,
    while carrots and sugar cubes dances towards their way
    Chickens were sleeping, Donkey was snoring and and the pig was just a few feet away.

    All of a sudden Dallas picked up his head,
    he hears such a clatter,
    he walked to the window to see what was the matter.
    The others were still sleeping,
    and he could not believe,
    as something started to appear,
    but a miniature sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer.

    With a quick snort form a reindeer,
    The animals wanted to cheer.
    The shock in there eyes they did not know what to do.
    Santa climb down from his sleigh and walked right through.

    He was dress all in red and smelled of sweet feed.
    He looked like he came from his own kind of breed.
    A bundle of treats he threw on his back,
    he looked like a peddler opening his sack.

    He put out his hand and gave them each a snack.
    Filled there socking full of peppermints, apples and sugar cubes, oh what a more could be in the sack.

    When he was done he sprung to his sleigh to give his team a whistle,
    they took off in the sky like a small missile.

    And once he was out of sight they heard,
    ” Merry Christmas to all and to all Good night!”
    Vb

     
  • luv4horses 3:16 am on December 8, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , friend, heal, health, love, needy, , sadness   

    what is it about animals that heal….. 

    Did you ever wonder what it was about, that animals  can heal people. They encourage children to read, smile, interact and even feel again. They can help a person feel happy, when lonely and have nothing left in life or even give legs to an amputee.  Maybe help a troubled teen find their way.  How?  They don’t speak our language. They don’t look like us. They are not even the same species as us. But they make us, the human, so darn happy.

    Is it those beautiful brown, blue, green, red or orange eyes. That look at you with understanding and love. Is it the wagging of a tail or a purr of a kitten or even a gentle nuzzle of horse. Maybe the spunk of a ferret or a few kind and funny words from a bird.  What can it be? 

    I believe the  deepest and darkest secrets lie within these creatures. The voice that only the needed can hear. The voice  that helps these people get through life and begin to live or want to live on. The unconditional love that no matter what you do wrong or look like or feel like  they love you for who you  are. 

    Who are the needy? We all are. Every one needs a friend;  a furry friend, a feathered friend,or  a slimy friend. Friends come in may different forms and sizes.  

    Animals have been known to help with  physical problems too. They lower blood pressure, fill void in elder people in nursing homes, encourage handicap people to walk  and give them the freedon  get around. They can even help in  therapy for criminals. They  can teach compassion, love, and resposibilty  that alot of people don’t know how.

    Some of those animals were rescue and got a second chance and are here to help those who need help. They too have a story to tell. A sad and lonely one, i bet. But as they walk in the room all  sadness for that animal are left behind and the only thing left is to look forward and help some one; You or a family member or a friend. 

    So we owe those great creatures for keeping our families safe, befriend someone who needs one, cuddle next to someone who is cold, give an amputees the chance to walk again,  make a child laugh and help them read,  sing a lullaby, or just be there for  someone unconditionally.

    Merry Christmas!! and to all Stay safe and  be happy. Adopted a pet today! Its never to late to get a freind.

     
  • luv4horses 7:42 am on November 23, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , hate, , horses, love,   

    I was born in this world wild. My mom ha… 

    I was born in this world wild. My mom has taught me to be cautious as soon as I am  born, running  from danger. But as I get older I learn to trust humans. They feed me, groom me, ride me and sometimes I am left alone to die. How can you hate me? You, the human, made me who I am. You taught me to fight my instincts and trust you. You take away my wildness and learn to be dependent on you to survive. So, How can you hate me?  I give you a nuzzled when you are sad, I listen to your every word, I eat from your hand, and I follow you where you go. I am loyal, but are you? How can you hate me?

    Next I am left for days, alone. My friends are gone or barely alive. My feet hurt because I have rocks in them and no one to clean them out. My hair is falling out because I have no one to groom me. I stand here under a shade tree because I have no shelter. I eat the falling leaves because there is no grass to nibble on, no hay to fill my belly, no grain to give my nutriment. I am hungry, alone, thirsty and sad. How can you abuse me? I was once your best friend, your child’s dream, your money maker, your pet but now you are gone. Did you call any one for help? Did you ask a neighbor to check in on me?  Did you donate me to a good cause? How can you abuse me?  And if that is not you. Then I am beaten, tied down to a tree, drugged, or rode for long hours with no food or water.  Thrown in a field or stall til the next day. You have taken my spirit and thrown it away, like takng our the trash,  I am sad. How can you abuse me?

    A trailer pulls up. Everyone is there to help. I am wild but curious of what is going on. I fight by instincts but free of loneliness. I am put in a trailer. At first it is good. I past lustrous pastures and horse running around, but we pass by.  I see people riding trails and we pass by. We pass a barn ful of horse waiting their turn to be groomed,  but we don’t stop. where am I going? A wonderful barn, a child’ arms, a schooling show,  or set free in the wild. NO!  How can you slaughter me? What did I do to you. You lost your love for me, am I not a cute baby colt any more. Do I have problems riding because I just don’t  understand. Am I confused and lonely becasue  you took  me from my only home I knew. How can you slaughter me? maybe I am hurt and just need some medical attention. How can you slaughter me?

    My cries are silent but I am in pain. I was put on this earth to give pleasure to people. Whether it is riding throught the fields with my human or frocking with my equine friends. I did not ask to be tame. I was born wild and free but you tamed me. Being with me is spirtual. I can read your mind. I know when you are sad, happy or want to sit in silent. When we ride together we are one. The wind flowing through our hair and our hearts beat as one.  So why do I get hated, abused and slaughter. What did I do?

     
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