The following was written by one of the young girls who rides at
Rocking Horse Ranch.
The Frightened Horse
Samantha Parsons
My world was full of dark,
angry clouds
They'd stare down at me,
Their raindrops would slam down
and sting me like a whip
I was where the stars seemed out of reach and the lightning was
all that I'd see
I was afraid and alone
Where could I go?
Everywhere I'd turn there were lifeless guards
that would keep me from escaping
Then Dale came into my life
A new and different soul,
Unlike any I had ever known
Now, instead of lightning striking
I see the bright sun shining down.
And now, those stars don't seem so far
Now, that life of dark, angry clouds is far away,
never to be seen again
Written by and Copyright
© 2005
Samantha Parsons
Rachel's 3½ Month Coma
This is Rachel. When she was
seven she was hit by a bus and was in a coma for 3 and a half
months. She was told she would never walk again or anything.
With the determination of her loved ones and a strong will to
prove them wrong, Rachel is now riding horses again. She came
for a ride on one of our horses in the arena and it was her
first time on a horse in about 12 or so years. Just look at her
position on Belle (click the image to enlarge), you would never
know of her disabilities. This is really something, it was so
uplifting to see how full of life she is. She came back again
for a trail ride a few days after this picture was taken and it
was wonderful.
The Woman
I Will Be
I shall wear diamonds and a wide brimmed hat with ribbons and
flowers on it.
I shall spend my social security on wine and carrots.
And sit in the alley of my barn and listen to my horses breath.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summers night and ride my
mare across the moonstruck meadow if my old bones will allow.
When people come to call ,I will smile and nod.
As I walk them past the gardens to the barn.
And show ,instead ,the flowers growing there ,the stalls
fresh-lined with straw.
I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair as if it were a
jewel.
And I will be an embarrassment to all who have not yet found the
peace in being free.
To love a horse as a friend, a friend who waits at the midnight
hour with a noozle and a nicker and patient eyes.
For this is the woman I will be when I am old.
~author unknown
Stories
From
Hope Rising
© 2003 Kim Meeder
To read the rest of the
stories in this phenomenal and touching book,
purchase it from Amazon.
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