And yet another horse poem.
Sunrise:
The sunrise is near,
The sunrise is coming,
And with it a horse as bright and golden as the sunrise.
And yet another horse poem.
Sunrise:
The sunrise is near,
The sunrise is coming,
And with it a horse as bright and golden as the sunrise.
This was taken a few years ago, shortly before I drove back home. I had been up visiting the Baker’s–Snip’s owners–who live out in the country, about a half-hour or so away from San Antonio for a week and now it was time to go home. I love to take pictures of me and my boy, so that I can have them as a “record of sorts”. Or something to that effect. I just love taking pictures with him. And there are times–like here–where he happily cooperates and so they turn out pretty good. When he cooperates, that means he’s posing. Which he does love to do….pose. This horse can truly pose. đ
This is drawn from a picture of the woods with the shadow of a horse taped on to it. The trees took me so long to draw with their shadows and different shades of darkness. The classes at college are an hour and a half long. It took me two of those classes to draw those trees and their shadows. And then another class period or so to draw the horse. This represents my love of horses with nature.
This was drawn back in 2010 in my drawing class, when I was going to college down here in South Texas. On the right, is the collage of pictures that the collage drawing is based on. It’s called “The Heart of Me” because they’re all things that represent me or are a part of me in some way. I had so much fun drawing this. My professor said he had never seen a drawing be so crowded, but so neat. It’s so neat because the borders of each picture are drawn dark and precise. There are some parts of the collage that are more my favorite than other parts. My favorites are the horse in the upper left hand corner, the owl scene in the lower right hand corner, the big tiger in the top center, and the sunlight in the center of the picture. (I was also working on drawing it outside of class). And so here are the parts of the collage.
This poem written a few years after I’d met him, is for my favorite horse, My Boy, Snip. I think it’s my favorite poem of all the ones I’ve written. He may be ornery and stubborn and have a huge attitude problem even at 22 years old, but he still knows who’s the alpha in our relationship. He knows who his momma is….me. I had to teach my boy some manners before he became the perfect little gentleman he is today. I love him so much. He is my rock.
Snip:
Short and stocky,
Barrel-chested and shaggy shaggy shaggy,
Black and white four-legged beast,
Adorned with a white crescent moon on my forehead,
Marked by a white snip on my nose,
Strong and sturdyâsure-footed I am for sure,
Coal black eyes filled with a curiosity and friendlinessâI am trouble definitely,
I am playful and full of fun,
I am stubborn and orneryâand am to be reckoned with,
I prick my ears at her footsteps,
My eyes sparkle and come alive with happiness at her appearance,
I paw the ground with my hoof in eagerness to get out and see herâride with her,
I am a puppy dogâI follow her around happily,
I am an elephantâI have a long memory,
I am a teddy bearâI am cute and cuddly and huggable,
I am a donkeyâstubborn and ornery to boot,
I am a monkeyâcuriosity and playfulnessâI love to cause mischief,
I am a horseâgalloping with her on my backâwe are free together!
I am Snip.
Another playful poem from several years ago.
Playing in the Snow:
I gallop through the snow,
I kick up my back heels in glee,
The sun shines down brightly,
I play in a wonderland of snow and ice,
The cold refreshes meâbrings out my inner child,
I rearâI shake my headâtossing my mane from side to side,
My eyes shine with excitementâalive with a hunger for playful romping in the snow,
My hooves thud to the ground,
They send up a shower of snow,
I frolic,
I romp,
I run,
I play in the snow,
Who am I?
I am a horseâwho loves to play in the snow!
A fantasy poem I wrote in 2004.
Wings of Hope:
Shining, bright, and gleaming,
Golden brillianceâgolden light,
Blue, blue skyâa white winged horse flying by,
Beautiful blue eyes shining with freedom,
White mane and tail flying,
Gleaming white bodyâshine shine shine,
Golden hooves kicked up in fun-loving joy,
White feathered wings flap hard in happiness,
White wings of hopeâof freedom,
Brought to the oppressed,
Wings of Hope lifts those up in need of hope,
And dashes down the unjust,
Wings of Hope, gives hope to us all.
I wrote this several years ago. It’s an incredibly silly poem as you will read. I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this. đ
Air Force Horse:
There is a horse in the air force,
Dressed as a general,
Very brave is he,
To wear air force clothes,
You can’t imagine why,
So you ask, âWhy?â,
And he says, âBecause I am a native-born air force horse.â