Gentle muzzle velvet soft lipping at my palm searching for the treats, sugar and molasses a rich combination only a good horse earns.
Supple leather worn smooth over years of dedication and application that comes from this sport. Nights already promised ahead of time, three months earlier, hauling to deserted fairgrounds a dusky sky setting the tone for lead ropes threaded through stock trailer slats cow dogs running up down sideways trailing owners between horses legs and rusty pickups.
Tacking up underneath floodlights set to the soundtrack of jangling spurs and soft nickers. Younger kids hanging on the arena rails drinking syrupy sweet soda a tradition root beers before your run good luck in our community.
Foot in the stirrup old braided reins in hand leather, broken into submission, pliable under years of use.
Slapping hands with other riders who already went horses, slick with sweat foaming at the mouth ready to go again with rippling muscles still taunt in the sticky summer night, aching for one last run. three turns and a gallop home, don't care about the money unless you beat your last time- your only competitor is yourself and the clock.
Hard packed dirt pounded down by hooves, tails swishing at flies as you wait for your turn. Adrenaline and happiness, an addictive cocktail, these are the nights I love.
We play with sickles Through bounties of wheat Waiting for our mothers to call We follow the footsteps Of jackals and hooves Beyond the forests of Yew We follow the tune Of the lyres sweet song To a friend we had forgotten And while we danced Our fathers plowed And our mothers were weeping alone Though we few Who never knew Him who we thought we had known
May 11th, 2012 to August 28th, 2018 R.I.P. My Best Friend You were here for such a short time
I can feel your spirit within me and around me and in the pasture with the others you left behind
You were one of a kind Your personality like no other You were King of the pasture
With some work and persistence you learned to respect me as the leader of the herd (most days)
Our relationship grew into an amazing friendship A bond like I've never felt before
You amazed me everyday Your colors as beautiful as the sun A coat mostly a deep red and gold Your Mane and Tail mostly black with red highlights
Your movement was free and bold Your gallop the best Your Mane and Tail blowing up into the wind Your chest rhythmically drawing air into your lungs Your nostrils flaring in excitement with some snorting too
When you arrived here into my pasture and my heart You were a force to be reckoned with as a Stallion Gelding you didn't change you into a docile horse as expected Your personality was yours and nothing would change it
You were my favorite You will forever be in my heart
I miss you everyday I miss your kisses with your warm and wet tongue I miss you following me around to see what I was doing I even miss when you tried to use my head as your chin rest I didn't even mind when you were pushy or stepped on my toes I loved warming my hands on your neck under your thick mane I loved knowing that when I looked into your beautiful brown eyes I knew you were looking back at me with love and understanding
It was the saddest night of my life when you had to leave us behind The unfortunate accident that changed our destiny A moment of time that can never be taken back That whole day is forever emblazoned in my mind
You left us no choice but to send you back to God to run in His golden pastures You will never be hungry or thirsty or cold ever again Best part is no more pain
Wild and Free forever in the light of heaven's pastures
I will see you again someday when my time comes I know this in my heart and soul
You are physically gone from our lives but you will never be forgotten
You are and will always be our Lucky Always in the hearts of those that loved you most
I will love you forever
Author: Julia LaRae Vogel
I have written and rewritten this so many times. The first was written right after his death. The second was a try at making it less like a story and more like a poem, it continued to be a draft. Now I hope it gets published as a poem.