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Nadj al Nur
Hi all,
Have decided (with a little help) to start a horse poetry thread. I hope you will all put your favorite Arabian horse poetry here.
I will start out with something written by a friend, several years ago, when her favrite mare was heavy in foal.


Swinging belly, groaning joints
The dance you did in sweet gree spring
Has faded with the browning of the leaves.
Taut as a drum, we both feel the life shifting
You, I know, will love that limp life which is to come.
You've done this before.
The future flares ahead, but we must wait for it.
The spring will come again, mother
We'll be ready, you and I

Jenni Bomford
Nadj al Nur
And another, written by Edgar H. Neal

Horse of Allah

Walk carefully,
My grey one,
For you are my sight
In the dense dark of the night,
When even the stars are gone.

Step quietly
My grey one,
For sounds that you hear,
Too faint for mine ear,
Could be whispering
The call of death.

Breath deeply
My grey one
For your nostrils are mine,
To search the thin air,
Should danger lurk there
In the shadows.

Walk steadily,
My grey one,
For your legs
Are my strength
Through the endless dunes of sand
And desert waste;
Your unfaltering stride
Gave me courage
In the fury of battle,
When my garments
Were rent with the flesh,And your flank
Dripped blood from the wound.

Walk beside me,
My grey one,
Into the shade
Of green leafed palms.
Let us rest.
Together we will drink
Of the water
At the well,
Water so cool
To lips that burn,
To a throat that's dry.
When the sun is hight,
And the sky
Is a shimmering bronze.

Stand beside me,
My grey one
The day is done.
The winds are at rest
As they should be,
When once again
I thank and praise Allah,
That I be privileged
To kneel beside you.
Cathy thank u so much ... please keep them coming
what an Idea ,,, this must be pinned ...
Love u so ..
al sana'a
Oh Babette,
please please post "FAMOUS" in here.....
With all my heart
Nadj al Nur
What????? Nobody else has any poetry????
Well, here is another anyhow. I don't know who the author is, but I found this one in the Canadian Arabian news, some dozen odd years ago.

The Matriarch

The grand old lady swings her head
To look me in the eye.
The look, deep and knowing
Tells me she has done her last.
No more foals will grace my pastures
From this majestic lady.
Her heart is willing but her body
Although graceful and fluid still,
Says no.
Her eyes, huge and dark
Take in her home, one last time.
Slowly, she sinks to her knees
In the shade of the old oak.
Her fine head rests in my lap.
Twenty six summers have come and gone
Since I first loved her.
Closing her eyes, her nostrils flare
As her final breath escapes
Releasing her spirit back to the desert sands.
I have not lost my mare
But my inspiration, my hope for the future.
Beyond the meadow,
On the crest of the hill
Wild flowing mane, the same dark eye,
Her filly bids her goodbye.
al sana'a
Now I found it, but its very long....and very sad. I cried when I read it the first time, but I will try to post it here because no one shoud treat a creature like it's told in this poem ....


I was born today.
My daddy is very FAMOUS. I have lots of halfbrothers and sisters.
My Mother is very FAMOUS.Since she got FAMOUS, she has only had foals.
No more loving hands. No more daily grooming...just foals.
She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home today.
I didn't want to go so I hid behind my mama.
I didn't like you.
But,one day,they said, I would be FAMOUS,too.
I wonder, is FAMOUS the same as fun and good times ?
So, you picked me up and hauled me away
even though you were concerned that it too an hour to catch me.
I don't think you like me.
My new home is far away.
I am scared and afraid.
But my heart says BE BRAVE.

My ancestors were.

Did they go to good homes like mine ?
I'm hungry because I can't eat too much, it will be bad for my bones.
I can't play with the other horses because I might get hurt.
I just wander around inmy small dirt paddock,and pretend,
I'm in a big green field with butterflies and robins and frogs.
I can't understand why they hate me !
I am quiet but the man hits and says loud things.
The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother.
She just throuws dry,dusty hay on the ground, then she goes away
before I can get too close for touchng and petting.
Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway.

Today I had a baby.
He is so wonderful and warm.
Am I FAMOUS now ???
I wish I could play with him but I'm so tired.
I am so young so it is hard to be a good mother.
I am so hungry !
I wish someone would throuw me some food.
I am also very thirsty.
He got cold during the night and we had no shelter.
I couldn't make him warm again.
We are very weak.
Maybe if I whinny someone will notice us and give us food and water.

Today they took us away
to a place with many other horses.
There were lots of people and loud noise.
Someone grabbed my foal.He was so scared.
That was the last time I saw him.
Is my baby FAMOUS now ?
I hope so because I miss him.
He is gone.

I was put in a trailer with many others in it.
It is crowded and smells of urine, fear and sickness.
Where am I here ?
I was beautiful like my ancestors.
Now I am hungry,dirty,in pain and unwanted.
Maybe the worst is unwanted.
No one came, though I tried to be good.
No one spoke me in gentle tones and stroke my soft neck.
I am in a small pen with many horses.

Today someone came.
They chased us from our pen and into a room.
One by one were herded into a chute.
I hear screams of agony,sounds of trashing,and then silence...
Someone came and put me in the chute.
Someone reached in and patted my nose.
I felt tired and laid my head over the last one who cared.
I am ready for what will come next.
Today someone cared...


I can't write this down without crying because there are so many horses in the world treated like this....
Let's make it better !

Best wishes
Marina smile.gif
Nadj al Nur
Thank you Marina. I hope to GOD no one can read it without crying too.
al sana'a
Cathy, I will put this poem at the first site of my HP, so that everyone who is visting me has to read and think about it before looking at my sweethearts.... because of the stallion living here was one of these poor, forgotten animals before he came here.
Love to you
Marina smile.gif
chaswyck stud
What a sad,sad poem!
It makes you not want to even think about the poor ones that are subjected to such a life. Makes me feel quite sick in the stomach.
I will go out now and talk sweet nothings to my horses and give them a carrot and a big hug. That's for all the ones that can't have them ph34r.gif
Riverside Arabians
My favourite:

Horse, thou art truly a creature without equal, for thou fliest without wings and conquerest without sword. ~ Source: I don't know for sure- pardon me. But I've checked and found numerous sources report it as: The Koran, Arabian proverb, Bedouin legend. I just wanted to post it anyway because regardless of its source, it is beautiful.

Also- it's not a poem- but a lovely song- check out "Run for the Roses" by Dan Fogelberg. (Kentucky thoroughbreds)

Born in the valley
And raised in the trees
Of western kentucky
On wobbly knees
With mama beside you
To help you along
Youll soon be a growing up strong.

All the long, lazy mornings
In pastures of green
The sun on your withers
The wind in your mane
Could never prepare you
For what lies ahead
The run for the roses so red --

And its run for the roses
As fast as you can
Your fate is delivered
Your moments at hand
Its the chance of a lifetime
In a lifetime of chance
And its high time you joined
In the dance
Its high time you joined
In the dance --

From sire to sire
Its born in the blood
The fire of a mare
And the strength of a stud
Its breeding and its training
And its something unknown
That drives you and carries
You home.

And its run for the roses
As fast as you can
Your fate is delivered
Your moments at hand
Its the chance of a lifetime
In a lifetime of chance
And its high time you joined
In the dance
Its high time you joined
In the dance --

biggrin.gif Kristen
Riverside Arabians
I do so like this topic!
Here are a few more:

The Horse

On the first day of creation,
God created the Horse

On the second day,
God created Man
to serve the Horse

On the third day,
God created all the animals of the earth
to spook the Horse
when Man was upon his back.

On the fourth day,
God created honest toil
so that man could labor to pay
for the keeping of the Horse

On the fifth day,
God created the grasses in the field
so that Horse could eat
and man could do an honest day's toil ,
and ... clean-up after the Horse.

On the sixth day,
God created veterinary science
to keep the Horse healthy
and Man broke.

On the seventh day,
God rested and said "This is good!"
This will teach Man humility,
it will tire him out and keep him striving ever forward!
to meet the needs of the Horse

Author Unknown

Common Sense Men and Horses
By: Debra Coppinger Hill

We perched atop the corral,
as he read the men and horses,
And he told me about common sense
and it’s amazing, magical forces.
We watched the men choose their mounts,
some were firm, but kind;
While others used plain brute force,
to make their horses mind.

He said," Dealing with horses and people
is a special kind of art.
If you watch ‘em work, you will learn
what is truly in a man’s heart.
For though it once was common place,
common sense ain’t common any more
And many of the basic rules of life,
some folks will choose to ignore.

The bad ones will make excuses,
tell you the Old Cowboy ways have died.
But anyone with common sense
will know that’s a lie.
The truth is just as obvious
as these fellows working the pens.
There will always be Cowboys
as long as there are horses and men.

And just as it takes all kinds of horses,
from renegades to leaders to make a herd;
There will also always be outlaws
as well as men true to their word.
You see, a man who can’t,
will often bully his way through,
And how a man treats his horse
is how he’ll end up treating you.

But the man who can, simply will,
he won’t have to prove a thing.
He’ll have the courage and the sand
to face whatever life brings.
He never will desert you;
even in the darkest hour
and he’ll have the sense to know
when to turn to a Higher Power.

The phrase, ‘a soft hand with horses’,
applies to human beings too,
A man who is one with his horse
will likewise be one with you.
You see, the decisions that we make
should be rooted in our common sense.
Like horses, we should use our instincts,
or be prepared to accept the consequence.

For no matter what we do in life,
no matter where we roam,
We all are part of a family herd,
and we can always come home."
So we watched ‘em work for hours,
as I hung on every word he had to say;
About life and love and horses;
how God hears us when we pray.

I simply took it for granted
that he would always be,
Sitting on that fence rail,
talking and laughing with me.
Time makes changes as it passes by;
I grew up and followed my star.
But in times of trouble I’d hear his voice,
saying "Remember who’s child you are."

He taught me to read the world
though I didn’t know it at the time.
I learned about strength and self-respect;
how to recognize the best in mankind.
Oh, I made mistakes, but have no regrets,
for each is valuable in it’s own way.
Combined with his words and an education,
they are a part of who I am today.

And nothing ever really gets me down,
because of these things I can be sure;
That home is where the heart is,
and that love will forever endure.
So I honor this Cowboy philosopher,
who taught me to follow my heart’s voice;
To see things exactly for what they are
and that happiness is a choice.

I’ve come to realize all those things I learned,
from books and college courses,
Will never hold a candle to his lesson,
on common sense, and men and horses.

A Horse's Prayer
To Thee, my master, I offer my prayer.
Feed me, water and care for me, and when the day's work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed and stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort.

Always be kind to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Never strike, beat, or kick me when I don't understnad what you want, but give me the chance to understand you. Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you the more gladly and learn to love you.

Make sure that I am properly shod that I may serve you in comfort.

And finally, Oh My Master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze or sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly tortured and starved to death; but do thou, My master, take my life in the kindest way and your God will reward you here and hereafter. You will not consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him who was born in a stable.


Author Unknown
Dedicated to all our friends who had left us...

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am thousands winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds
In circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die...
al sana'a
Many sad things....but I laughed about "The horse" untill I cried laugh.gif laugh.gif laugh.gif
I will try to translate it in german so my girlfriend which don't speak english can read it , too. It is so real.... I will put it in the stable so everyone will have something to laugh about ! smile.gif
This topic is really great !
Best wishes Marina smile.gif
Nadj al Nur
Hi Marina, Here's another one to give you a giggle I got this one from my vet.

He was OK yesterday.....then .....Bingo

Doc, I called you just as soon
As I seen, ol' Buck was sick.
He's been a little poorly
But he never missed a lick.

Last winter, he got picky
And he wouldn't eat his grain.
So I gave him Doctor Bell's
And tied some garlic in his mane.

Then several months ago
When he started losin' weight
I gave him Copenhagen snuff
And a bit of catfish bait.

He came down with the splatters
And all his hair fell out
So I fed him Larramycin
And a couple of smoked trout.

Then, last week after ridin'
He got as stiff as pine
His navel needed smokin'
So I used some turpentine.

He went plum down on Sunday,
His kidneys, so I guessed.
I doctored up his water
And tied him facin' west

Last night, I got to thinkin'
You was here two years ago
You gave him some concoction
For a cough and runny nose.

I wondered if your treatment,
Which then improved his luck
Had later turned against him
And poisoned my old Buck?
Nadj al Nur
Just found this ,,, AlliP sent this site and i saw this there ,, and u know how i feel about horses that are not there anymore in our barns ,,
miss them all ,, spicial my dear hero..

With velvet muzzle
And breath so sweet.
The wisdoms of life
Coursed through your soul.
Your gentle presence,
Gone from the barn….
But never gone from my heart.
For your spirit will live on…
And my heart and soul are forever changed,
By having you in my life.

You now walk in the company,
Of the great horse ancestors.
With their knowledge and secrets
Of unanswered questions.

My heart is heavy,
With missing you.
But time will help
To heal this wound.
For life is a cycle of being…
And death is a part of life.
Cinnamon Girl…
With strength, beauty and grace…
All the way to the end.
Your lessons on earth completed…
So life goes on…
And my heart weeps.

Lori Cohen
I made a poem that I really thought turned out great. I don't know where it is now. *sigh* It should be on disc somewhere but who knows which disc. You would've liked it b/c it's a tribute to the Arabian.

He can't complain, but God's omnicient eye
Beholds thy cruelty - He hears his cry!
He was designed thy servant; not thy drudge,
But know - That his Creator is thy judge.

Unknown author from The Ladies' Equestrian Guide, 1857

Though not written for the horse only, these two remain among my favorite quotes or poety regarding animals!

"If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who deal likewise with their fellow men."
-St. Francis of Assisi


They cannot ask for kindness
Or for mercy plead,
Yet cruel is our blindness
Which does not see their need.
World-over, town or city,
God trusts us with this task:
To give our love and pity
To those who cannot ask
~Edgar A. Guest (1881-1959)

--Susan T wink.gif
Can I write a poem, or is this thread limited to quality?

Nadj al Nur
Please do ! Love to see it !
I labored over this, to get the right meter, etc.
Nadj al Nur
Aren't I lucky. Happen to know (first hand) They don't tape yer ribs n"more.
Yup, I know that. In fact, the last three ribs, I put hair lines in, they said, no more taping. However, sitting in my car, after the accident, waiting for a red light to change, I sneezed and thought I was going to die.

This was actually an Ode to the Rider, but then most people wouldn't have liked it.

I too sympathize, both fer da ribs and the masochistic devotion to creatutres who can hurt by merely playing.
Remind me to tell you about what happens when someone changes a pressure bandage where a vein was extracted after OH surgery and has to strain to get it off.
It s not a poem but it sure was cadenced.
Nadj al Nur
Playing the accordion under similar circumstances is really a lot of fun too......
al sana'a

There seems to be so much wonderful poems about horses. I would like to save them all and put them into a small (or maybe a rolleyes.gif large) booklet for printing.
So I would like you all to send me your poems (with author please) in an e-mail so I can save them and publish them, when there are enough....
Are you interessted ?

With lots of love
Marina smile.gif
Nadj al Nur
First Foal (Cathy Rochon)

First foal,
Wet and wobbly and new
No past to live up to,
Or to live down.
A clean slate,
Waiting to be written upon.
An empty canvas
To be painted with a portrait of years
So much a part of sire and dam
And yet, so different:
A free spirit.
Always special
Because, no matter how many come after,
This one is,
And will always be
The first foal
I have heard this one applied to me biggrin.gif
" Lordy, Lordy, what a figure....
Two more legs, she'd look like Trigger!"

hehe! rolleyes.gif I could not resist!
my gosh Gina you just have to send me a photo...can't wait to see that conformation......
Kimberli Nelson
A Prayer For Aseela

Look down upon your child, God
The one who can not speak
The one who is so faithful
Who is strong yet so weak.

She can not ask for mercy, Lord
She can not cry in tears
Her pain is very real, Lord
And her need is very clear.

Our souls were interlocked, God
I feel the pain she feels
I asked for your forgiveness
And I begged for you to heal.

She was my best friend, Lord
She listened when I cried
I looked into her soft brown eyes
And never found a lie.

She let me hug and kiss her
As she knew the end was near
Face as sweet as an Angel
She was with me only a year.

She always did her best for me
She would look, listen and try
Her love was unconditional
Oh, Dear God, Why?

In the end I had no choice, Lord
I had to do what was right
I hope she will forgive me
I still cry every night.

I will never forget her, God
She was special in every way
Tell her that I miss her
And tell her I will join her there someday.

Tell her to go to her mother, Lord
To enjoy the grass and sun
To run the race of her life
And tell her that she won
oh GOD ,,,
Kimberli Nelson, what,, is this ,, !! im speakless, it touched me so much this gonna be a long night for me ,, collecting memories ...
thank you ,,
Kimberli Nelson
I lost my yearling filly Aseela to a broken shoulder. She was racing around the pasture and fell with her leg extended back. When she hit the ground it shattered her shoulder from the point all the way up. It shattered like glass on a car, a million tiny peices. They could not find any hope for her.

She was my dream horse, sired by my best friend, *Waheeb and out of a stunningly beautiful Imperial mare. When she died, I lost hope of everything. This prayer was my way of putting the pain I felt in a deeper place.
Nadj al Nur
I am often deeply moved by the depths of emotion that our horses inspire, and you are right Kimberly, sometimes there is no other way to deal with it, other than to write it down. Doesn't fix it, but it helps a bit.
QUOTE (Kimberli Nelson @ Jun 15 2007, 12:13 AM)
I lost my yearling filly Aseela to a broken shoulder. She was racing around the pasture and fell with her leg extended back. When she hit the ground it shattered her shoulder from the point all the way up. It shattered like glass on a car, a million tiny peices. They could not find any hope for her.

She was my dream horse, sired by my best friend, *Waheeb and out of a stunningly beautiful Imperial mare. When she died, I lost hope of everything. This prayer was my way of putting the pain I felt in a deeper place.

Cathy , yes u are right

Kimberli , im not sure if u know this but once i had a hero an EAO race champion we spend 2 years with each otheres and then bang bang he hit the ground ,, he fell dead ,, in his box ... i lost every single hope i ever had ,,
he was my First Foal ,,, ( so another touch from Cathy's poem )
then things started to be much better by the presence of my little girl Haifa ,,
im sorry for ur lost .. now u know how much i understood the poem and u ,
they came to our lives like stars shines and fade away only memories left for us and some tears mixed with yellow smiles ,,,
thank u
Kimberli Nelson
yes Yassmin , I did know about your beautiful boy. I am so sorry. I know that you will never get over losing him. He will remain a large part of you for the rest of your life. That one special horse does not come along very often and every moment should be treasured forever.

In time, the pain does not seem so sharp but the memory can linger and the tears can still flow when something reminds you of that wonderful friend.

Every time I read the Prayer for Aseela cry for her and myself because I still miss her so much. My filly died and with it my dreams for her died too. But life goes on and there are other horses that need your special kind of love and attention. My life has been filled with such horses and with them came good friends from all over the world.

My darling *Waheeb will be 27 in a few days and I know that my time with him is short so each moment I can spend with him is filling up my memory box. She is a very special horse and I have never regreted being owned by him. We have had many wonderful rides and many beautiful babies. He will be with me, in my heart, forever but how the last 21 years have flown by.
Nadj al Nur
For anyone who has lost a treasured mare...............and for all the treasured mares (horses) that have added so much to our lives...................

In dreams, I see her still,
Her satin beauty,
Deep, dark eyes.
I thank her once again
For truths she taught me,
Never lies.
She came and found me
In a place
I do not care to go again.
She offered silent comfort
Tho my tears,
And waited while they dried
And life went on,
Then led me into places
Where I would not,
Could not,
But for her,
Have gone.
She taught me what it means
To live life in the present,
And to treasure special moments
As they happen,
Sans regret,
And when I made mistakes,
She did not judge,
But gave me leave
To try again
And kept no record of the debt
She, with joyful spirit,
Gentle fire,
Who gave me all she had
And more,
Because I asked,
She, who through her life
Gave me so much,
And in the end,
Gave everything,
My little mare,
My Friend............
Cathy Rochon
I am your equal
I am a wild creature
that can never be like you.

I have heart, courage
and the game spirit
that is My heritage,
and I will be respected.

I will be taught and I will please,
and maybe in Time
I will be your intimate.
But I will never be your possession.

Mine is a fierce love
which knows no mercy for failure.
No sympathy for weakness.

I have come from the desert with its
closeness to the spirit of nature
which you do not understand.

I was born of the Wind,
mine is a warrior spirit.
I cannot be humiliated in punishment
Or defeated even in death...
I wrote this one when i was still at school, about 4 Years ago;

In the silence of the night
i drempt of dancing horses,
On a moonlit plain.
So gentle as they moved across,
like mist and gentle rain.
A neigh resounds off mountains high,
with replies from all around,
They quickly made their way across,
The dry and dusty ground.

Untitled - for DM

Head turns
An eye, an endless world
Regards me from a distance
Utterly at one with himself
Fire and power and earth
All are bound within him
The subtlety of muscle beneath silk
He turns and moves to flight
Black tail flowing
The flag of the king
And so he runs
Endless flow of stride upon stride
And for those moments all the rhythms of the world are caught in those footfalls
Drumbeat upon drumbeat

Fire Earth Air Water
Midnight’s child
Fate’s daughter
Voodoo magic
Talisman charm
None can keep thee safe from harm
Dance upon these sands now child
With windblown mane
Thy spirit wild
Run before these crowds of men
And hear them whisper
Never again
Never again
Will we see thy like
For lightning never repeats the strike
Never again
Will we see thy speed
As though movement was thy only need
Never again
Will we see the power
That was stilled so suddenly that hour
Never again
Will we see thee fly
Sculpted nostril burning eye
Hear them whisper
Never again
Rest in peace now Ruffian

Go For Wand


I remember
Green grass
White fences
Long hours beneath green trees
Wet earth
My bare feet upon the soil
Sweet clean air
Sweet spaciousness

I have heard them calling me home
Go baby go
Go home
Go for the wire
I have heard a thousand voices cry my name
As they cry now
Filly filly oh filly filly
Why why why
I have heard them
Crying my name

I remember
Sand and soil
And the thousand voices
Crying my name


I have flown
Satin muscled
Fleet limbed
Child of the wind
Oh for freedom for freedom
The wind sings in my ears
I have flown
For men for money for fear and love
All irrevocably bound
One and the same
For men money fear love
I have flown


Bayakoa Bayakoa
Come run with me
Can you hear them?
Beyond this dirt desert
They call me home
Bayakoa Bayakoa
Dance with me
Can you see them?
Waiting beyond the wire
Waving us home

Stretch and reach
Stretch and reach
Run with me
Not ahead or beyond
But by my side
Stretch and reach
Stretch and reach

Bayakoa Bayakoa
Can you feel it?
It surrounds us
Not for what we have been made
But for what we are
Daughters of the wind
Oh Bayakoa
Not far now
Stay beside me
One more stretch
One more run

Stretch and reach
Stretch and reach
Run with me
Not ahead or beyond
But by my side
Stretch and reach
Stretch and reach

They call me
Go For Wand Go For Wand
Go For Wand Go For Wand
We are bound together
I will run until I break
Fear Flight Men Money
Oh Bayakoa
Did you hear it?
Did you feel it?
Sudden snap sealing my fate
Let me run with you
Stay by my side
Bayakoa Bayakoa
Can you hear them
Calling me home?
Nadj al Nur
Single file
They enter the barn
The mares................
Wet, from the half rain, half snow
Wearing the scent of winter,
And fog.
Each with a gentle flutter
Of nostrils,
A barely audible greeting for me
As they pass,
And for he, who thinks he is King,
A pinned ear and small, distainful toss
Of icicle filled mane.
When each is in her appointed place,
And each in turn
Has plunged frosted whiskers
In warm mash
He sighs explosively.
His daily job is done.
He gives attention to his supper
And all is right in his world.

Cathy Rochon
Nancy Bourque/Ibriz Arabians
The hooves of the horses!
-Oh! witching and sweet
Is the music the earth steals from iron-shod feet:
No wisper of lover, no trilling of bird,
Can stir me as hooves of the horses
have stirred.

- Will H. Ogilvie
by Brenda Riley-Seymore

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.
Do you hear that soft nicker close to your ear, don’t cry for the horses love the ones that are here.
QUOTE (hielkjen @ Apr 27 2008, 10:52 PM)
I am your equal   
I am a wild creature 
that can never be like you. 

I have heart, courage 
and the game spirit 
that is My heritage, 
and I will be respected. 

I will be taught and I will please,
and maybe in Time 
I will be your intimate. 
But I will never be your possession. 

Mine is a fierce love
which knows no mercy for failure.
No sympathy for weakness.

I have come from the desert with its
closeness to the spirit of nature
which you do not understand.

I was born of the Wind,
mine is a warrior spirit.
I cannot be humiliated in punishment
Or defeated even in death...

I love that, I think David Gardner wrote that for *Ibn Moniet El Nefous once...
Nadj al Nur
Bumping this up for anyone who hasn't read many beautiful (and sad) words here. Maybe we can add some more to it?
Your poem is beautiful, Kimberli; so sorry for the loss of your precious filly. The first one is for her.

I'll lend you for a little while
My grandest foal, He said.
For you to love while she's alive
And morn for when she's dead.
It may be one or twenty years,
Or days or months , you see.
But, will you, till I take her back,
Take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
You'll have treasured memories
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But, there are lessons taught on earth
I want this foal to learn.
I've looked the wide world over
In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
With trust, I have selected you.
Now will you give her your total love?
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come
To take her back again?
I know you'll give her tenderness
And love will bloom each day.
And for the happiness you've known!
Forever grateful stay.
But should I come and call for her
Much sooner than you'd planned
You'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And someday you'll understand.
For though I'll call her home to Me
This promise to you I do make,
For all the love and care you gave
She'll wait for you, inside Heaven's Gate.

By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
when their time on earth is over and done.

... For here, between this world and the next,
is a place where beloved creatures find rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
til The Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed.
Their bodies have healed with strength imbued.

They trot through the grass without even a care,
til one day they whinny and sniff at the air.
All ears pricked forward, eyes sharp and alert.
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the herd.

For just at that second, there's no room for remorse.
As they see each horse.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past
The time of their parting is over at last.

The sadness they felt while they were apart
has turned to joy once more in each heart.
They nuzzle with a love that will last forever.
And then, side-by-side, they cross over...together.

Sorry, don't know the authors.

I have another one but need to scan it in first.


Dang it guys, that was over 20 years ago and I still cry every night. Every time I think of her beautiful face and her love for life, running in the pasture and then on three legs getting into a trailer to a 4 hour ride.... She walked into the clinic at Oregon State like she was going to a picnic, stepping on the scale like it was a ride at the fair. She was happy and loved but died the next day. I still cry every time I think of her. I will never get over losing her so soon.

She would be 21 years old this year and the memories we should have made are with me...God love you Aseela!

I have very few photos of her but will try to post one for you to see.
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So many heartfelt poems here, Thank you for bumping it up for us...
In The Name Of ALLAH The Most Merciful, Most Compassionate

1 By the (steeds) that run, with panting (breath),
2 Striking sparks of fire (by their hooves),
3 And scouring to the raid at dawn
4 And raise the dust in clouds the while,
5 Penetrating forthwith as one into the midst (of the foe);
6 Verily! Man (disbeliever) is ungrateful to his Lord;
7 And to that fact he bears witness (by his deeds);
8 And verily, he is violent in the love of wealth.
9 Knows he not that when the contents of the graves are brought out and poured forth (all mankind is resurrected).
10 And that which is in the breasts (of men) shall be made known.
11 Verily, that Day (i.e. the Day of Resurrection) their Lord will be Well-Acquainted with them (as to their deeds),
(and will reward them for their deeds).

Surah 100 in the Quran, surat Al Adiyat, mentioning about the arabian horses who would fight by the side of the Prophet Mohammed (PBUH).
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