Licorice, one of our rescue ponies
Memory's Lane With You
Squirt and Trigger
Squirt was my Shetland / Arabian cross.
Licorice was his Dam -we were glad they were able to be reunited to spend their final years together.
Squirt and Blackjack
May the trail rise up to met you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The snow fall soft on the plains around you
In the hollow of His hand.
you're young and you fall off a horse,
you may break something,
When you're my age and you fall off,
you lay me to slumber no spot you can choose
But will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes
And under the daisies no grave be so deep
But the hoofs of the horses shall sound in my sleep.
(From the poem "The Hoofs of the Horses" by Will Ogilvie, Australian poet)
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