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BLESSED ARE THE BROODMARES
Blessed are the broodmares in the field,
Patiently carrying their heavy load
Without complaint waiting for the big day,
When they, without a sound, lay down in the straw
And then the most amazing thing happens,
The foundation stock of every breed,
When they get too old or unproductive,
Till they go on to raise the next one,
The Prayer of a Horse
To Thee, Master, I offer my Prayer
Feed me, water and care for me, and when the day’s work is done provide me with shelter, a clean dry bed and a stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort.
Talk to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Pet me sometimes, that I my serve you more gladly and learn to love you.
Do not jerk the reins and do not whip me. Never strike, beat or kick me when I do not understand what you mean but give me a chance to understand you. Do not over jump me and do not over force me at fences which I cannot jump.
Watch me and if I fail to do your bidding see if something is wrong with my harness or my feet.
Provide me with proper, well fitting harness or saddlery and a comfortable bit, so that I may work well for you and in comfort.
Examine my teeth when I do not eat. I may have an ulcerated tooth and that can be very painful. Do not tie me up in an unnatural position, see that I am properly shod by a careful blacksmith, groom me often and keep me clean. Remember that I too, get tired after travelling in a horse box for long distances.
And finally, Oh my Master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or sell me to be slowly tortured on a long journey to meet my end, but do thou my master, take my life in the kindest way, and thy God will reward thee here and hereafter. Do not consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of he who was born in a stable.
The Horses Prayer
To thee, my master, I offer my prayer. Feed me, water and care for me, and, when the day's work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed and stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort. Always be kind to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you the more gladly and learn to love you. Do not jerk the reins, and do not whip me when going uphill. Never strike, beat, or kick me when I do not understand what you want, but give me a chance to understand you. Watch me, and if I fail to do your bidding, see if something is wrong with my harness or feet. Do not check me so that I cannot have free use of my head. If you insist that I wear blinders, so that I cannot see behind me as it was intended I should, I pray you be careful that the blinders stand well out of my eyes. Do not overload me, or hitch me where water will drip on me. Keep me well shod. Examine my teeth when I do not eat; I may have an ulcerated tooth, and that, you know, is very painful. Do not tie my head in an unnatural position, or take away my best defense against flies and mosquitoes by cutting off my tail. I cannot tell you when I am thirsty, so give me clean, cool water often. Save me, by all means in your power from that fatal disease - the glanders. I cannot tell you in words when I am sick, so watch me, that by signs you may know my condition. Give me all possible shelter from the hot sun, and put a blanket on me, not when I am working, but when I am standing in the cold. Never put a frosty bit in my mouth; first warm it by holding it a moment in your hands. I try to carry you and your burden without a murmur, and wait patiently for you long hours of the day or night. Without the power to choose my shoes or path, I sometimes fall on hard pavement which I have often prayed might not be of wood but of such a nature as to give me safe and sure footing. Remember that I must be ready at any moment to lose my life in your service. And finally, OH MY MASTER, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or sell me to some cruel owner, to be slowly tortured and starved to death; but do thou, My Master, take my life in the kindest way, and your God will reward you here and hereafter. You will not consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him who was born in a stable.
Running, Playing, Eating, Sleeping
Work, Obedience, Concentration, reward
Life, death, sickness, health
The Story of the Horse
A horse was born,
I Love The Horse
I love the horse from hoof to head,
John Whitcomb Riley
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