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 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!!!

Published in: on February 16, 2013 at 12:38 am  Comments (1)  
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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

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Published in: on June 17, 2011 at 6:06 pm  Leave a Comment  
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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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Creation of the Mustang By Janet Hickman

When the Lord was creating mustangs, he was into his sixth day of overtime
An angel appeared and said “You fiddling around on this one”
The Lord asked “Have you read the description on this horse?”
A mustang must be able to trot for miles a day with the herd or carrying a rider that a domestic horse could never hold up too.
They have to be able to move at a nanosecond’s notice and not think twice of the danger their lives are in from predators.
They have to be able to eat sagebrush and scrub grass and stay in top physical condition at all times, they must be surefooted for the terrain they are to live in, and have wings on their hooves to outrun the cougar.

The angel sadly shook her head “Wings on their hooves…. No way”
“Its not the wings giving me the problems” Replied the Lord “It’s the three pairs of eyes a mustang must have”
“That’s on the standard model?” The angel asked.
The Lord nodded. “One pair that sees what is ahead of the herd and where they are going to drink next. Another pair here in the side of their head to see their herd members and keep them safe. And another pair of eyes in back so they can look for predators waiting to jump on them from behind.”

“Lord” said the angel, touching his sleeve. “Rest and work on this tomorrow.”
“I can’t” said the Lord, “I already have a model that can carry a 200 lb person over 20 miles a day, and will be ready to do it again the next day.”

The angel circled the model of the Mustang very slowly, “Can it think?”
“You bet,” said the Lord. “It can tell you where danger lies in the trail ahead, and can recall hidden water holes in their sleep. And all the while they have to keep their wits about themselves. This Mustang also has phenomenal sense of caring, so they can be gentled by the person they pick to make their own. And still they rarely get the recognition for what they can do from anyone, other than a fellow mustang lover.

Finally, the angel ran her finger across the cheek of the Mustang.
“There’s a leak” she pronounced.
“Lord, it’s a tear.”
“What’s the tear for?” asked the angel.
“It’s a tear from the bottled-up emotions for fallen mustangs. A tear for commitment to their chosen person. It’s a tear for all the pain and suffering they have encountered at the hands of mankind. It’s a tear for their forgiveness for the suffering and cruelty of man.
And it’s a tear for their commitment to caring for and loving their humans!” Said the Lord.
“What a wonderful feature Lord, you’re a genius” said the angel.
The Lord looked somber and said “I didn’t put it there.”

Published in: on October 26, 2010 at 3:31 pm  Comments (9)  
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To horses I have Loved and lost

In loving memory

I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too.
I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.
All I have are memories and your picture in a frame
but I have you in my heart.
I will never stop loving you
For your hoof prints are running across my heart


This page is just a place to remember, a place to release some of the sorrow for the horses that have captured our hearts, expanded our souls and brought our spirits to life and helped us  to full our destinies.horse memorial Blue

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The silent moments

In loving memory of Charlie and Blue

© roberta edstrom

I do not feel I can face these moments alone.

Whenever, I think of of you

My heart, for  endlessly emerges in deep sorrow

and   completely stands stills in the silence

waiting to hear you.

A breath won’t gone, and I am so empty

It was more than all the rides,

more than your whinny’s as you called my name.

It was the love within your eyes

It was in the silence when two souls combine,

that captured my heart and you forever  made you mine;

.I still hear you whinny in the silence of the night

your halter hangs, and will remain,

right there within my sight.

I often imagine  you happy and young

endless fields of spender with  all your bud’s

you  loop,  play and all day you run

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Make sure, when my times comes

I will  be there with you

Our spirits, together again as one

We will ride across the heavens

Leave hoof prints across the moon,

United as one, we will ride straight into the morning sun.



You have captured my heart,

FOREVER!

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There are stories of love and great loss on the memorial page so bring you box of Kleenex.

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Published in: on April 17, 2010 at 5:06 pm  Comments (9)  
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Cowgirl by Micheal Gasaway

“COWGIRL”

©2008 Michael Gasaway

“Horse lover”, “roper”, “can chaser” or “barrel racer”, all of these and more she has been called;

But “Cowgirl” is the term she likes best of all.

It describes her right down to a tee you see;

From her earliest childhood memories, it is what; she’s always wanted to be.

From her Stetson down to her boots n’ spurs, oh how she looks the part;

But her real cowgirl spirit lies deep within her heart.

You see being a cowgirl is not just about how she may dress and talk;

A real cowgirl not only talks the talk but she walks the walk.

“Cowgirl” is an attitude that comes from deep in her heart within;

To her it is a way of living life from the beginning to the very end.

She can be tough and gentle, sexy and wild, sweet and kind;

Sometimes you’ll swear that she has just plum lost her mind.

For a cowgirl has a mind of her own you see;

It will most often be a mystery and just seems to confound you and me.

But never try to change her or fence her in;

If you ever make her a promise, you’d better keep it my friend.

As she may not remember it, but she will never forget;

And in the end may leave you with a heart ache and regret.

She may have the charms of a southern belle;

But when the time comes she can be hard as nails.

From cleaning stalls to riding all day;

When this cowgirl dresses up for a night with her man, she will leave him breathless with nothing to say.

She doesn’t need a man to make her feel right;

But she sure does miss one, on some of those cold and lonesome nights.

Alone with just her dog and horse she’d rather stay;

Than to live with a man that doesn’t understand her cowgirl ways.

In her mind it’s not too hard to comprehend;

She just wants a man to love her unconditionally, and be her best and trusted friend.

A friend and lover by both night and day;

And to always stand by her side no matter what life may throw their way.

Yes, a cowgirl is a very special woman in this world of strife;

And if you’re lucky enough to find one, hang on to her as you’re in for the ride of your life.

Thank God for all you cowgirls out there don’t ever change your ways;

Sit deep in the saddle, grab hold of life’s reins and be proud of being a “COWGIRL” each and every day.

©2008 Michael Gasaway

Michael, that was the greatest. Thank you so much for sharing that with all of us.

Change your life and just “BECOME” the whinny! Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Now, let me hear it, WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

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Published in: on February 10, 2010 at 9:54 am  Comments (1)  
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Be Ridin’ till I die

My bones may creek, my back may hurt, chores take me a heck of a lot longer,
For sure, my butt may not look as good as it did when I first leaned to ride
But Gratitude makes my heart still sings and my soul still flies as I  saddle-up
most favorite stead
and head down the road for another adventure and a great little ride.

I know I am  a heck of a lot slower, throwing my leg over that heavy old roper,
My rides not as long,  I have been long grounded from any kind of jumps,
Mostly me and my old Blue down some quite back roads for a solitude ride.
but  no matter how gray the two of us get, I can still brag that a great horse I still ride.

Soon I will meet my maker, He has been ridin’ with me since before I could walk.
Just make sure when I go, you toss my bridle right in with me
Bring a braid of my horse hair, make sure you give him a treat while your there
You better show up in your old cowboy hat, dirt on your boots and ready to dance
Kicking up your heels n’ know I saddled-up until the moment to heaven I went

For I will be ridin’ until the day that I die.

© Roberta Edstrom

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Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.

Now, let me hear it, WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!

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Love Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
CEO
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Please join me on Facebook. We certainly are not the largest horse group on Facebook, but I guarantee we have the most horse giggles around.

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Published in: on February 8, 2010 at 2:58 pm  Comments (1)  
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The Horse

The Horse
by John Anthony Davies

I saw a child who could not walk,
sit on a horse, laugh and talk.
Then ride it through a field of daisies
And yet he could not walk unaided.

I saw a child, no legs below,
sit on a horse and make it go
through woods of green and places he had never been
to sit and stare, except for a chair.

I saw …a child who could only crawl,
mount a horse and sit up tall;
then put it through a degree of paces
and laugh a the wonder in our faces.

I saw a child born into strife,
take up and hold the reins of life.
And that same child, was heard to say,

thank God for showing me the way..

Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover’s soul

Love Roberta

Roberta Edstrom
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Published in: on January 18, 2010 at 7:09 pm  Leave a Comment  
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