Why Do I Love Horses

I found this on Pleasurehorse.com and thought it was too good not to share:


Why do I like horses?
I think I must be mad. My mother wasn't horsey - And neither was my dad.
But the madness hit me early - and it hit me like a curse.
And I've never gotten better. In fact I've gotten worse.
I hardly read a paper - but I know who's sold their horse.
And I wouldn't watch the news - Unless Mr. Ed was on, of course.
One eye's always on the heavens - but my washing waves in vain
As I rush to get the horses in - in case it's gonna rain.
I spend up every cent I've got - on horsey stuff for sure.
I buy saddles, bridles, fancy boots - and then I buy some more.
I can't sew on a button - I don't even try.
But I can back a truck and trailer - in the twinkling of an eye.
It's jeans and boots that I live in night and day
And that smell of sweaty horses just doesn't wash away.
I ache from long forgotten falls.
My knees have got no skin.
My toes have gone a funny shape - from being stomped on again and again.
But late at night, when all is still - and I've gone to give them hay, I touch their velvet softness and my worries float away.
They give a gentle nicker and they nuzzle through my hair And I know it's where my heart is - more here than anywhere.
~ Author Unknown


I've been slacking off from posting and from seeing Lucas this week. Crappy weather combined with year end (working in the accounting department has its downsides) has kept me at home recovering and staying warm. Lucky me, this is only the first year end, although my deadlines got tightened, this is only a warm up to April!