Along the Dusty Trail

I found this poem on a friends page and thought it might touch a few of you. I hope you enjoy.

Along the Dusty Trail

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s seen some better days,
she’s eating up my profits,
and costs a lot for hay.

Another horse would suit me,
a stronger one at that,
shes seen a lot of miles
just like my cowboy hat.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she helped me herd my steer,
I’m pretty sure shes magic,
I know I hold her dear.

Another horse would suit me,
one that can run fast,
maybe one that’s younger,
or maybe one that lasts.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s long and far in tooth,
my children do remember,
her fondly from their youth.

Another horse would suit me,
a gelding in his prime,
one that needs less fixin’,
that helps me save a dime.

Why, they asked, then keep her?
why not trade her now?
bring her to an auction?
replace her with a cow?

The Rancher’s brow grew heavy,
he took a staggered step,
his eyes did show his hardships,
in wrinkles, as they crept.

His breath, he took in deeply,
as he poised to say his words,
it’s as if the earth grew silent,
that his message should be heard.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
has given me her life,
I wouldn’t trade for anything,
nor either, would my wife.

Another horse would suit me,
and perhaps someday will come,
but this old gal, I love her,
she is the chosen one.

This old horse, the Rancher said,
her service she did lend,
her and I, have seen the years,
this old horse, she is my friend.

Another horse would suit me well,
but her home is here to keep,
I owe her sanctuary,
my love for her is deep.

Another horse would suit me well,
and younger days for me,
and I will keep my promise,
until our last breaths, set us free.”


 

I sure hope you are getting ready for the Holiday season: Country style anyway.

Be the envy of your horse loving friends.

I have also been saving DIY Horse craft ideas on Pinterest that is fun and always being updated.

Come for a visit and let your imagination go.

I also have a board for Horse shoe nails and Barbed wire ideas. Some are so amazing. Lots and lots of ideas to take your passion to new heights.

I hope you join me as you get ready for the Holidays.

Have a Happy Holiday season.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

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Whinny’s

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For The First Time Shared by: Andi Harmon.

FOR THE FIRST TIME

Yesterday, for the first time, I was too tired to ride
Yesterday, for the first time, I was afraid I would be hurt if I was thrown
Yesterday, for the first time, I heard someone say my barn was too shabby
Yesterday, for the first time, I let someone tell me I was too pudgy to ride
Yesterday, for the first time, I realized I was old
Yesterday, for the first time, I had to face that I could no longer keep up
Yesterday, for the first time, I had to let go of my dreams
Yesterday, for the first time, I felt my heart break
Yesterday, for the first time, I turned my back on my friend
Yesterday, for the first time, I knew I was done

Today, for the last time, I felt warm, braided leather in my hands.
Today, for the last time, I ran my stirrups up so they wouldn’t bang my mare’s sides
Today, for the last time, I released the buckles on the girth and watched my girl sigh
Today, for the last time, I slowly dropped the bit so it wouldn’t hit her teeth
Today, for the last time, I gave my mare a cookie to thank her for the ride
Today, for the last time, I buried my head in her soft, warm neck
Today, for the last time, I inhaled the sun and the dust in her long winter coat
Today, for the last time, I closed the gate and trudged to the muddy porch
Today, for the last time, I tracked hay and horse hair into my house
Today, for the last time, I pulled off my boots and felt the sting of warm blood returning to my cold toes
Today, for the first time, I cried after my ride
Today, for the first time, I felt my hands shake as I set the saddle on its rack
Today, for the first time, I hugged my young trainer a final goodbye
Today, for the first time, I waited for the new owner’s trailer to arrive
Today, for the first time, I set my boots in a box to go to the Goodwill
Today, for the first time, I sighed at the wear on my riding gloves
Today, for the first time, I had no hay in my hair
Today, for the first time, I did not hear nickering when I opened my back door
Today, for the first time, I felt worse leaving the barn that I did when I entered
Today, for the first time, I had no one to check on before going to bed

Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t have to buy hay
Tomorrow, for the first time, I can stay in bed longer
Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t see the poop pile grow
Tomorrow, for the first time, I won’t be able to fly on four legs
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be sorry I listened
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will regret letting her go
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be angry at God
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be angry at myself
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will cry the day away
Tomorrow, for the first time, I will be glad to die

Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will awaken in tears
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will know I was wrong
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will defy all the judgment
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will ignore my old bones
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will return the buyer’s check
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will bring my friend home
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will take my boots out of the box
Day after tomorrow, for the first time, I will be reborn

For the rest of my life, I will have a horse in my yard
For the rest of my life, I will ignore the cruel judging
For the rest of my life, I will watch the poop pile grow
For the rest of my life, I will have hay in my hair
For the rest of my life, I will track mud in my house
For the rest of my life, I will bury my face in her soft neck
For the rest of my life, I will let my soul fly

For the rest of my life, I will never be alone

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

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The 12 days of Christmas :: Cowboy style

Had to share.  Too cute.  The picture is from  a Facebook friend Barbara Moseley

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The 12 days of Christmas :: Cowboy style

The rule is you have to Sing this one:: Love Santa

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: “Two lariats, and a Mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: “Three cowboy hats, two lariots, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me: FIVE VETS ON CALL!, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 6th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 7th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 8th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: nine cowgirls cheering, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: ten stitches waiting, nine cowgirls cheering, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eleven cowboys laughing, ten stitches waiting, nine cowgirls laughing, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”

On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Twelve teeth a-missing, eleven cowboys laughing, ten stitches waiting, nine cowgirls laughing, eight bones a-mending, seven shots of Rompin, six cowboys roping, FIVE VETS ON CALL, four horseshoes, three cowboy hats, two lariats, and a mustang named “Whoa is me!”
We make a Living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.

Just WHINNNNNY and enjoy the ride!

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Whinny’s

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The Ode to the husband of the wife that owns a horse.

My wife has a Quarter Horse, with shortened mane and extra long 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.
But now she’d rather feed that horse and fix him special grain!
She rides him every morning, and grooms him half the night.
And the last time that she kissed ME, 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 way down at the mall.
And fancy, pampered DANDY was just a standing in his stall.

He looked so smug and sassy, that I began to grin.
I’d saddle that fat sucker up, and take him for a spin!!
I’ve wondered since if the cues I gave, he may have misconstrued.
Cause when I climbed aboard that horse, he rightly came UNGLUED!!!!

He bucked and spun, and snorted fire, then threw me through a fence!
I saw big stars and there are 6 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!!!

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Santa stole my horse

NEWS FLASH::

 Santa takes the World Champion horse show 

(C) by Roberta Edstrom

In the moonlight on this perfect Christmas  morn
But a step in the frozen snow should I take,
when to ears I hear my horse morning nickers
Still dark so the outline of the barn I can hardly make

I know my eyes weren’t  deceive’n
I notice the barn door slightly a jar
Who and the heck, whos been so stupid
………………..My  horses just must be a  freezin’

I gabbed the barn door
still as mad as a thorny old thistle
There in the moonlight of the upcoming day
What the heck, what is this I see?

For Christmas, did my wife buy me a fancy new sleigh?

When out of nowhere, something I did hear
Wait a minute, low sounds come to my ear
To my horses a man  was softly a talkin’
Was that the horns of a reindeer?

The stallion, his ears forward and being so alert
Looked just like he know what the old man had to say
As I grabbed for a pitch fork, “Hey, you there”
“You better get away from my big dark Bay”

Tressspassin’? Deadly offense
“What the hell do you think you’re a doin’?”
“Who gave you permission?”
Stop right there, mister, you better not be a movin’

Just who might you be anyway?
A red suit, don’t Santa you make
“Did you bring that animal here just to eat,
……………………………while we’re all in the house mostly asleep?”

That weird looking animal eatin’ all my darn hay
By gosh, even Santa would know it cost half my pay
you better darn well replace  it 

………..….on here, this Christmas day!

Quick could be, he turned around and looked right at me
Even half asleep, I knew him right away
It surely looked like Santa
can you believe this, him!
……Santa makin’ off with my hay!

He looked me right in the eye
and in a loud voice, “I ain’t stealin that hay!”
Louder he told “Listen up here young Cowboy”!
I really got to borrow that big dark bay


My reindeer, Rudy, ya know
He complainin’, says it’s  just too harsh n’cold
to fly anymore in this year’s heaviest snow
And now, that damn old fool, well, he just refuses to go

I got presents to deliver, moments are passin’!
Children sent thousands of letters
Make it clear now Cowboy,  I have to get goin’
I ain’t standing here listen to  your mouth me a’ trashin”

That stud of yours,
Man, he looks to be mighty fine
If we sprinkle him with some flying dust
Then we could hock him to that sled of mine!

I though to myself
This old man has to be half nuts
If he only knew, I still walk with a limp
When that old stud kicked my leg as he aimed for me butt!


My shoulder sure been a hurtin’
since he me toppled me over just to get in
He bits me nearly every damn day
As I givin him a flake of …….
expensive alfalfa hay

He has stomped on my foot
I’ve been told the farrier won’t ever come back
If it wasn’t for his champion filly’s
I would never cut that bay any slack

It takes me near an hour
to get him all saddled and tacked
And then it’s a darn fight
till the moment we get back

Like most of us men
He’s got no concentration
Snortin and Buckin all the darn time
Just tryin to get any filly’s attention

Well now, I got me a lot of other fine quality colts
So I started to wonder if this old man
what kind of trade for that dark old bay
Don’t think I would much miss that stubborn old goat

Ready to deal, I stared down that old Santa
and asked “So just what are you thinkin?”
By the way, What good is a reindeer
 “Does that red nose ever stop blinkin’?

My old stud, I said” A class act, a world champion stallion
For Santa wouldn’t look at anything less
Seemed pretty strange, even bugged me a little
For that old stallion was really quite a pitiful mess

I giggled as he threw in elves toppin’ off the bargin
One year of no chores for me and the wife
A little cash n’ he’d  leave me all those Christmas  presents
I  thought I just made the greatest deal of my life

Well, will you just look at that darn horse of mine
Santa was quite the horseman
With a whisper and a wink of an eye,
that dark bay harnessed in no time!

In his bright red suit, he tossed up magical dust,
just like that, all four feet started flyin
That old man, smartly cracked that long whip
Oh my God, could this truly be the real St. Nick

Rudy and me just stood there stupidly lookin’
Wow, my old stallion flying and pulling that sleigh
I was a proud as could be,
That old dark bay was finally good fo somethin’

I remember it so, as being such a great Christmas
The elves, all my barn chores now their a doin’
For me, can you imagine,
For a year, no poop would I be a movin’

My cowgirl she too is mighty happy too
For ever since last Christmas
Not much has either one of us been doin’
but together, we here in the house sittin’ just a chillin’

Months passed, summer came and gone
Fall ‘s around the corner, but what I want, real real bad
Takin’ a horse to that world championship show
Ain’t taken that reindeer even if he is all that I had

For now, Rudy, reindeer, all I have to ride
and By God, make note, he is so damn slow
most of the time, he just refuses to go
and be fully aware, reindeer  ain’t got no power sterrin

Lately, I been gettin’ kind of lazy and fat
Mornin’ paper, every day I now get to see
While the elves do all my ranchin’ for me
Wait one darn minute,  This truly can’t be

What to my wonderin’ eyes do I see
Blue ribbion on haning side of a red truck on a stick 

Please, don’t tell me after just one year,
this surly really can’t  be my old bay and Mr. St Nick

There in the headlines, the story be told
“Tired reindeer my AS_! ” How could this be
A reindeer, cheap gifts, elves, my priceless stud had been sold
How Santa just made a complete fool out of me

That red suited old man,
On my favorite old stud did he ride
Wouldn’t you know
They completely won the entire
…………………………………….World Championship show!!

What else can I say,  but

…………………………………………………………………………GO,  SANTA , GO


Happy Holidays~!!

Published in: on November 26, 2011 at 2:37 pm  Leave a Comment  

On winged horses

Daily Oats: food for the horse lover’s soul

I am a Cowgirl, and I can fly without wings.
I just climb on my favorite stead, and close my eyes.
I know he will take me to places I have never been.

I may not have been to Congress or to World
But I know that, it is within my horse’s heart
That we are the greatest that has ever been told.

I am a Cowgirl, and I can fly without wings.
I just climb on my favorite stead, and close my eyes.
To create memories that allow my soul to sing

Horse Fly

I can Fly

Remember: Be the whinny
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Why I like horses

Why do I like horses?

I think I must be mad.
My mother wasn’t horsey – And neither was my dad.
But the madness hit me early – and it hit me like a curse.
… And I’ve never gotten better. In fact I’ve gotten worse.
I hardly read a paper – but I know who’s sold their horse.

And I wouldn’t watch the news – Unless Mr. Ed was on, of course.
One eye’s always on the heavens – but my washing waves in vain
As I rush to get the horses in – in case it’s gonna rain.
I spend up every cent I’ve got – on horsey stuff for sure
I buy saddles, bridles, fancy boots – and then I buy some more.
I can’t sew on a button – I don’t even try

But I can back a truck and trailer – in the twinkling of an eye.
It’s jeans and boots that I live in night and day
And that smell of sweaty horses just doesn’t wash away.
I ache from long forgotten falls. My knees have got no skin.
My t…oes have gone a funny shape – from being stomped on again and again.
But late at night, when all is still – and I’ve gone to give them hay,
I touch their velvet softness and my worries float away.
They give a gentle nicker and they nuzzle through my hair
And I know it’s where my heart is – more here than anywhere.
~ Author Unknown
Published in: on December 24, 2010 at 1:20 pm  Comments (3)  
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Harnessed Blessings

Sleigh Ride, Harnessed Blessings by Roberta Edstrom

Flying snow from pounding hooves,

Gliding, the sleigh onward moves.

The trees with white wondrous seem,

The horses snort and blow out steam.

Our hearts are glad with family and friends,

Thinking of the unending blessings God sends.

We feel His breath in the wintry chill,

We’re filled with wonder at the charging thrill.
Sleigh Ride, Harnessed Blessings by Roberta Edstrom

Our hearts are warm as we think on His care,

The Father feeding all creatures in the wilderness

If the earth winter’s wonder can possess,

How much more His people will He bless.

© roberta marie edstrom

Sleigh Ride, Harnessed Blessings by Roberta Edstrom

Published in: on November 30, 2010 at 3:58 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Horse love notes

Just a couple of short little love notes.

Horse speaks directly into our soul, instantly bypassing, beyond the everyday suffering and pain of human endurance, and migrate directly into our beating hearts . Love roberta marie edstrom

“When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.” …Henry V. -Shakespeare.

“Within the warmth of my horse’s breath, I will find the air I need to live today. I will find the wind to fly to the heights of my dreams and from within I will find the one I am meant to be.” ….
roberta marie edstrom

Let it all go and just be the WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

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Published in: on November 20, 2010 at 12:50 pm  Comments (3)  
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I am Mustang, the very last one

I am Mustang, The very last one

The pain is great but then silence
Now, I feel like I am back home
I hear the thundering of a thousand beating hearts
so many, and now me, all sent into the dark
None stampeding as always, as just one

The last mustang from roberta edstrom poems

Dear God, our time as come
I believe, I was the very last one.
The finale mustang to take the last breath
I ask, God, what have they done

Man will not know what he has done
until his own last hours have finally come
Take pity and remember this was man
and he did the same to my very own son

© roberta marie edstrom

Let it all go and just be the WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

Daily Oats: Livin’ for the whinny

Whinny’s Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
CEO
Knot-A-Tail

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Rugged horse hair key chain is a perfect Christmas gift.
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Published in: on November 13, 2010 at 11:27 pm  Comments (2)  
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