Tag: horse

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.

Me and My Boy, Snip

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. 😀

Galloping Through the Shadow of Trees

166057_10151041836436584_246715535_nThis 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.

South Texas College Collage-The Heart of Me

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.

Snip

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 sturdy—sure-footed I am for sure,

Coal black eyes filled with a curiosity and friendliness—I am trouble definitely,

I am playful and full of fun,

I am stubborn and ornery—and 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 her—ride with her,

I am a puppy dog—I follow her around happily,

I am an elephant—I have a long memory,

I am a teddy bear—I am cute and cuddly and huggable,

I am a donkey—stubborn and ornery to boot,

I am a monkey—curiosity and playfulness—I love to cause mischief,

I am a horse—galloping with her on my back—we are free together!

I am Snip.

Playing in the Snow

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 me—brings out my inner child,

I rear—I shake my head—tossing my mane from side to side,

My eyes shine with excitement—alive 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 horse—who loves to play in the snow!

Wings of Hope

A fantasy poem I wrote in 2004.

Wings of Hope:

Shining, bright, and gleaming,

Golden brilliance—golden light,

Blue, blue sky—a white winged horse flying by,

Beautiful blue eyes shining with freedom,

White mane and tail flying,

Gleaming white body—shine shine shine,

Golden hooves kicked up in fun-loving joy,

White feathered wings flap hard in happiness,

White wings of hope—of 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.