Poems, here you will find whats in the heart of a horse owner.

"To live is to live,to die is to die. But to ride a horse is somthing else."_____Owners of Rebel,Legacy,Bee and Rusty



Poem #1
Beautiful Things...
This poem is dedicated to Rebel Legacy, my horse who is
now 5 months old-Regal Red's one and only son.

Beautiful things like horses manes
Flying in the wind
Coats that shine like the sun
Tails flying in the wind
Gallop, Go faster!!
Hit you, I won’t
Just run as if you were free again
Playing in the sun
I won’t hurt you calm down my baby
You mean so much to me
Remember I’ll love you
Forever; Forever more

Your baby’s soft coat is gone now
And in its place is a coat that is the color of the sun
that shines over us as we gallop through the fields.
We’ll run as fast as every thing
Forever; forever more

Your legs are getting lamer now
You can no-longer gallop ‘round barrels
But I still stay by your side
I bring you out of the barn
Every day to groom and exercise you
I tell you that in my eyes you will always gallop ‘round
them barrels in my mind's eye.
Forever; forever more

Your coat is getting duller now
It’s lost its young youth’s shine
Your eyes no longer shine like the moon
Or the stars up in the sky
But no matter what
Remember I say as I hug you good night and kiss your
forever-soft nose
You’ll always be a filly in my eyes
Forever; Forever more

Mother says that I can get a new horse now
If I’ll let the grooms 'take care' of you
But I wouldn’t be able to come to see you at all
So I refused this offer
However tempting it may be, because I love you so my
darling you mean that much to me.
For I saved you as a baby.
For I’ll love you forever; forever more

Your breaths are getting shallow now
It is time for you to go I say
But Remember, Please remember
I plead, I’ll love you
Forever; forever more.

By: Emily Moss


Poem #2
Do You Remember?
-Dedicated to my first horse, Regal Red, whom I saved from
an abusive owner. This poem is about my life with him. RIP
Red.
Do you remember me?

I remember you.
I remember your ribs sticking out
The first time I met you.
I remember how you ran away
From human’s that day too.
I remember how I hated your last owner.
I hated him for you too.

Do you remember me?

I remember you.
I remember those big brown eyes
That always got their way
Because they looked too precious
To say no to in anyway.

Do you remember me?

I remember you.
I remember that short mane and tail
That you tossed at every chance.
Without avail
To my joking cries for mercy
The hundredth time it had hit me that day.

Do you remember me?

I remember you.
I remember your sleek sides
And how your muscles bunched
When you ran.

Do you remember me?

I remember you.
I remember how you came whenever I called your name
And once you trusted me
You trusted me all the way

Do you remember me?

I remember you.
How could I forget?

By: Emily Moss

Poem #3
I Know A Girl
I know a girl who would rather clean out a stall then her
own room.
I know a girl who would rather run around barrels then run
around a playground.
I know a girl who would rather jump jumps.
I know a girl who would rather braid a horses hair then
her own.
I know a girl who would rather brush a horses hair then
her own.
I know a girl who would rather chase a horse then a crush.
I know a girl who would rather pay millions to have her
first horse back again, but wouldn’t pay a dime for her
parents.
I know a girl who would rather wear a cowboy hat then a
bike helmet or a baseball cap.
I know a girl who would rather spend the night in the barn
with her dying horse then one night with her friends.
I know a girl who would rather spend her life alone with
her horses then married without them.
I know a girl who would rather spend a hot summer day
swimming in a pond with a horse then go swimming in her
friend’s pool.
I know a girl who would go to the ends of the earth to get
a horse back from death, but wouldn’t walk one foot for
her parents.
I know a girl who would rather hear a horse nicker in her
ear then listen to music
I know a girl who would rather wear jeans then get dressed
up for a party
I know a girl who would rather spend her after school
free-time cleaning the barn then hanging out with her
friend’s.
I know a girl who would love to relive the day’s with her
first horse, then relive all the non-first-horse days in
her life all together.
I know a girl who would rather die then loose her first
horse again.
I know a girl who would rather go sane then spend a day
without the smell of a horse.
That girl just so happens to be me.

By: Emily Moss

Poem #4
Living, and dying... because of one animal... your horse.
Dedicated to my friend, who had to loose her first horse
recently whom she had had since the colt was born.

Waiting for the birth of a foal, sitting in the barn.
Quietly you talk to the mare, telling her she's your
favorite, and that you love her. Telling her that her baby
will always be in good hands.

Waiting for your foal to be weaned, knowing that you can
spend more time with him when he is away from his mother.

Waiting for that day, when you can beginning training that
foal, when you know that that foal you've watched grow up
suddenly becomes much more grown up then you ever
anticipated.

Waiting for that day, when you can sit on that stallion,
without a saddle or a bridle or a halter on. Knowing that
he won't buck you off.

Dying when you know the day will come, when you won't be
able to ride him any more, but being okay with it because
you can still be with her and talk to him.

Waiting outside the stable, for the vet to tell you what
do to...

Dying as he takes forever.

Waiting, as he comes out and sighs...

Dying as he tell you there's no hope.

Waiting, as your heart collapses as does your horses lungs
for the last time.

Horses begin your life, make you live life to the fullest,
but then as they leave you, your life will die, will no
longer be a life anymore... but ya know what? 8 months
after my horses death I've come to realize that I wouldn't
trade it for the whole world, and all the horses in the
world, and a life forever... never ever.

By: Emily Moss

Poem #5
The Summer Ride
Dedicated to my foal, Legacy's, future.

Horses grazing in the nearby field
Nickering, one trots to you.
The saddle smells of tack-soap
And warm leather, the bridle the same
You trot through the woods freely and then you come to a
clearing you yell,
“Let's GO!"
And you gallop across the field
As you come back to the woods you start to trot again
Then you get to the top of the mountain
And you can overlook the beautiful fields that hold golden
corn, and ripe green beans
You can see the gorgeous countryside
You turn your horse back
You gallop down to the stream that is just beyond the
crest of the mountain
Your horse stomps in it and bends it’s slender neck down
to get a drink.
You join it and get a drink the horse playfully knocks
water in your direction, you splash it back
The horse stomps on fresh purple clover ready to go again
You mount and gallop down the hill
You gallop down to and barn that holds the horses dinner
and sigh, as you know that the days will not always be
this warm and sunny, that these days will end.
But you push away that thought
For it is filled with dread
You brush the horse’s silky skewbald coat and fill it’s
trough, and sigh, as you know that just four years ago,
that you would never own, or better yet train a horse.
“I guess we showed 'em wrong, buddy-roe,” you say as you
kiss your horse goodnight, “I’ll see you in the morning,
Legacy.
Goodnight.”


By: Emily Moss

A Poem for anyone who has ever lost a loved equine...

I'll lend you for a little while
My grandest foal, He said.
For you to love while he's alive
And mourn for when he's dead.
It may be one or twenty years,
Or days or months, you see.
But will you, till I take him back
Take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief
You'll have treasured memories
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he 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 him your total love?
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come
To take him back again?
know you'll give him tenderness
And love will bloom each day.
And for the happiness you've know
Forever grateful stay.
But should I come and call for him
Much sooner than you'd planned
You'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And someday you'll understand

My Best Friend

By: William H. Powell, 6/18/02




I still remember the day I brought you home.
You were skittish, shy and I bet you felt all alone.
You didn’t like it when I touched your ears.
But I new you would for the following years.
We became good friends indeed
And why not, A man and his stead.
I could talk to you about anything at all
You never laughed at me or snickered when I would fall
We were quite a pair you and I
When we rode, I swear I could touch the sky.
The friendship we had, has always been the best
Even when you were stubborn and put me to the test.
In your eyes I could see the power you possessed
I thought you were by far better than the rest.
On your back I was free of all that bound me
And I know in my heart that you were the friend that was meant to be.
Now I ride in the clouds on a horse made of wind
But my heart aches for I do not have my only true friend.
I watch over you patiently and wait
For I know that one day we will unite, for that is our fate.