This afternoon I met a very special ol'horse...one who has seen more sunsets than I....one who, despite the ache of his failing body, still seemed to glow from within- resonating with the beauty of his knowing spirit... with every beat of his willing heart. This bright sorrel gelding, with his wide blaze and big soft eye, may have seen his last summer... But I know that even once he is gone the impression he left in this world, each hoof print he stamped in the soil will remain, alive in the memory of those few who were lucky enough to call him friend.
I met a gelding today who touched my heart and who reminded me just how much we should cherish those horses who have travelled a thousand miles of trails; who's manes have caught a hundred tears of heartache; and who's once graceful and fleet limbs still would, if able, faithfully and nobly carry anyone so willing to come along for the ride.
To King... Nice to have known you, sweet man.
I met a gelding today who touched my heart and who reminded me just how much we should cherish those horses who have travelled a thousand miles of trails; who's manes have caught a hundred tears of heartache; and who's once graceful and fleet limbs still would, if able, faithfully and nobly carry anyone so willing to come along for the ride.
To King... Nice to have known you, sweet man.
Touching post. What's King's story?
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Made me thing of my ol horse Max. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAh, I really like this post.
ReplyDeleteBrings tears to the eyes and memories of horses past.
ReplyDeleteI have had this in my computer forever. Not sure who wrote it:
ReplyDeleteThis is my old gelding
Whose show ring days are done
My walls are overcrowded
With the ribbons he has won
He is old and shaggy now
Where once he was so fine
He bears odd looks from passing folk
With head held high as mine
This gelding you see standing here
Means more than you'll ever know
He's so much more important
Than ribbons from a show
For this old fuzzy gelding
Whose beauty I can see
Is a good companion
Together we are free
He's borne my odd assortment
Of different kinds of tack
English, western, sidesaddle
Even harness on his back
He'll cart so many children
You can't see him for their legs
Bearing his charges carefully
And walking as on eggs
Yes, my old geldings homely
And it's true your horse is fine
Yours might still be lovely
But I wouldn't trade for mine
That was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI hope you will tell us more about King.
ReplyDeleteOh gosh...tears in my eyes. Yes, please do tell us more about King. How did you come to meet him? Has his owner had him for a long time?
ReplyDeleteAwww, such a sweet story about King. I really want to know more about him now.
ReplyDelete~Lisa
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing such a grand fellow with us.
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