POEMS ABOUT HORSES
There is something about the outside of a horse
That is good for the inside of a man.
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Sir Winston Churchill
That is good for the inside of a man.
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Sir Winston Churchill
Riding is a partnership.
The horse lends you his strength, speed and grace,
which are greater than yours.
For your part
you give him your guidance, intelligence and understanding,
which are qreater than his
Together you can achieve a richness
that alone neither can.
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Lucy Rees
The horse lends you his strength, speed and grace,
which are greater than yours.
For your part
you give him your guidance, intelligence and understanding,
which are qreater than his
Together you can achieve a richness
that alone neither can.
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Lucy Rees
Where in this world can man find nobility without pride,
friendship without envy, beauty without vanity?.
Here, where grace is laced with muscle,
and strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility, he has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent,
there is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.
England's past has been borne on his back.
All our history is his industry.
We are his heirs, he is our inheritance.
Ladies and gentlemen - The Horse!
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Ronald Duncan
friendship without envy, beauty without vanity?.
Here, where grace is laced with muscle,
and strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility, he has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent,
there is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.
England's past has been borne on his back.
All our history is his industry.
We are his heirs, he is our inheritance.
Ladies and gentlemen - The Horse!
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Ronald Duncan
THE PRAYER OF A HORSE
TO Thee, My Master, I Offer My Prayer.
Water me, feed and care for me and when the day's work is done provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed, and a stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort. Talk to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you more gladly and learn to love you.
Do not jerk the reins, and do not whip me when going uphill Never strike, beat or kick me when I do not understand what you mean, but give me a chance to understand you. Watch me, and if I fail to do your bidding see if something is not wrong with my harness or feet.
Examine my teeth when I do not eat.. I may have an ulcerated tooth, and that, you know, is very painful. Do not tie my head in an unnatural position, or take away my best defense against flies and mosquitoes by cutting off my tail.
And finally, oh my master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly tortured and starved to death; hut do thou, my master, take my life in the kindest way and your God will reward you here and hereafter. You may not consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him who was born in a stable.
Amen.
TO Thee, My Master, I Offer My Prayer.
Water me, feed and care for me and when the day's work is done provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed, and a stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort. Talk to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you more gladly and learn to love you.
Do not jerk the reins, and do not whip me when going uphill Never strike, beat or kick me when I do not understand what you mean, but give me a chance to understand you. Watch me, and if I fail to do your bidding see if something is not wrong with my harness or feet.
Examine my teeth when I do not eat.. I may have an ulcerated tooth, and that, you know, is very painful. Do not tie my head in an unnatural position, or take away my best defense against flies and mosquitoes by cutting off my tail.
And finally, oh my master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly tortured and starved to death; hut do thou, my master, take my life in the kindest way and your God will reward you here and hereafter. You may not consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him who was born in a stable.
Amen.