Post by LN Productions on Dec 11, 2011 1:04:55 GMT
When people ask me who I want to be and what I want to do I can honestly say that I can never really give them an answer. So I think about what I would like to do but when it really comes down to it I dont want to.
I do know what I love though, I love the wind in my hair, the sun on my back and the grass under my feet, lying down in the summer as the ponies graze and my little dog jumps through the grass until she finally becomes tired and decideds to lie down to. Watching them groome and play making me feel like they've accepted me into there small heard of mixed breed's, heights and ages. And after so long of sitting and watching them, theres always one who wants to come over and take the treat they know i've got but havent let them know that i have. And its usually the smallest, the bravest and the toughest, yes its usually the shetland. Who triumphantly leads his heard through gallops and protects his few mares from the other geldings. At the grand age of 36, he has earnt and deserves this right.
I leave riding them in from the field, the slight wind blowing there mane over my hands and there quiet pace as you begin to believe you can understand every thought your ponies have ever had or is thinking right then at that very moment. Watching there ears move back and fourth as they become alert at the sound of the other ponies cantering behind woundering where there friend is going with out them and woundering why they are missing out on the fun. Trying to reasure them that its there turn next, thinking to myself 'do they really know what I'm saying to them or is it just the humble look they hold in there eyes'.
My favourite thing has to be taking my old boy out for a gallop in the field, bare back. When I do we become one, our thoughts are the same and you see a glimps of his past, his bright flaxen mane blowing in so many different directions you can no longer see your hands, in that moment his eyes become young again, it releases the colt he once was. Any sounds you may have heard before are swept away by the sound of your own heart in time with his, feeling like any moment you could take of with great wings, feeling like heaven. I know every move he will make and I know that his job is to take care of me as he always has in times when I didnt think he could or would.
Not only is he my best friend he is my soul mate. And now its time for him to slow down and rest he help me find my new friend, she will never replace him yet she will never be second to him, he will always be the boy who takes the biggest place in my heart yet she will always be the mare that when i am old and have my own grand children enjoying the same things as i have, thinking the same thoughts ive had, she'll always be there, She'll be the one i tell the stories about the one who i'll say was the reason i rode.
People will always say, she's not for me, shes a bit plain and some will never take to her looks but to me, she will never need to change. She has the biggest heart I have ever seen in a horse or human. Her name is Gem, and where her story began i have no idea, i do know she was a surprise to both her mother and her own and i do know she was born to be mine.
Everyday i would arrive at the yard and put my bag inside before i would have time to shout her or ever get her apple out of my bag she could be trotting down the field to me, he wise eyes saying 'yes i knew you were coming, stop looking so suprised'. I would brush her and tack her up and then we would just walk, walk where ever she wished to go. We would go swimming in the valley, which had small streams deep enough to paddle in when it had rained over the weekend. I cherished them days and wish to have them back and wish to have my bestfriend back with me.
So make the most of your friends, make the most of that horse that you say is yours and dont ever let them down. I know what I love, I love her.
I do know what I love though, I love the wind in my hair, the sun on my back and the grass under my feet, lying down in the summer as the ponies graze and my little dog jumps through the grass until she finally becomes tired and decideds to lie down to. Watching them groome and play making me feel like they've accepted me into there small heard of mixed breed's, heights and ages. And after so long of sitting and watching them, theres always one who wants to come over and take the treat they know i've got but havent let them know that i have. And its usually the smallest, the bravest and the toughest, yes its usually the shetland. Who triumphantly leads his heard through gallops and protects his few mares from the other geldings. At the grand age of 36, he has earnt and deserves this right.
I leave riding them in from the field, the slight wind blowing there mane over my hands and there quiet pace as you begin to believe you can understand every thought your ponies have ever had or is thinking right then at that very moment. Watching there ears move back and fourth as they become alert at the sound of the other ponies cantering behind woundering where there friend is going with out them and woundering why they are missing out on the fun. Trying to reasure them that its there turn next, thinking to myself 'do they really know what I'm saying to them or is it just the humble look they hold in there eyes'.
My favourite thing has to be taking my old boy out for a gallop in the field, bare back. When I do we become one, our thoughts are the same and you see a glimps of his past, his bright flaxen mane blowing in so many different directions you can no longer see your hands, in that moment his eyes become young again, it releases the colt he once was. Any sounds you may have heard before are swept away by the sound of your own heart in time with his, feeling like any moment you could take of with great wings, feeling like heaven. I know every move he will make and I know that his job is to take care of me as he always has in times when I didnt think he could or would.
Not only is he my best friend he is my soul mate. And now its time for him to slow down and rest he help me find my new friend, she will never replace him yet she will never be second to him, he will always be the boy who takes the biggest place in my heart yet she will always be the mare that when i am old and have my own grand children enjoying the same things as i have, thinking the same thoughts ive had, she'll always be there, She'll be the one i tell the stories about the one who i'll say was the reason i rode.
People will always say, she's not for me, shes a bit plain and some will never take to her looks but to me, she will never need to change. She has the biggest heart I have ever seen in a horse or human. Her name is Gem, and where her story began i have no idea, i do know she was a surprise to both her mother and her own and i do know she was born to be mine.
Everyday i would arrive at the yard and put my bag inside before i would have time to shout her or ever get her apple out of my bag she could be trotting down the field to me, he wise eyes saying 'yes i knew you were coming, stop looking so suprised'. I would brush her and tack her up and then we would just walk, walk where ever she wished to go. We would go swimming in the valley, which had small streams deep enough to paddle in when it had rained over the weekend. I cherished them days and wish to have them back and wish to have my bestfriend back with me.
So make the most of your friends, make the most of that horse that you say is yours and dont ever let them down. I know what I love, I love her.