I don’t know much about horses but my sister does. A couple of years ago she bought a wonderful horse who used to live in the Rockie Mountains. Horses have got a very special way of thinking. They get easily spooked by lots of ordinary objects.
Recently I’ve made plans to start lessons at a local stable where I’ll be learning general horsemanship. Not eventing, but hunter/jumper riding. I wonder what my horse’s name will be. Growing up I rode a horse named Lori who was bay colored. I miss it, a lot. The smell of the leather and musty fur, hearing the horse snort and seeing a wisp of breath rise into the cold air, feeling the cadence of the horse’s hooves on the ground. I can’t wait to start again.
horses i’ve loved horses since i’ve been 5 years old i looked out the bus window and said “horses, really, are my favorite animal” and that’s how i became the original horse girl but i didn’t know you had to choose between dogs and cats really i like both and don’t think they’re mutually exclusive just because they are the most common pets people, really, are ridiculous also it’s a good song by pj harvey i fucking love her.
Horses are beautiful mammals. I had a friend who loved horses, she rode them and had pictures of them on her wall. Im not a big fan of horses honestly. Animals aren’t really my interests.
They fly past me majestically. They are so precious when they look at me. They’re eyes gleaming in the sun. I love them so much. They are truly wonderous creatures. They are essential to the beauty of the world. Horses, you have to appreciate them.
Horses prance across the sky, painting beautiful white pictures over what was once blue. They dance, the images, happily, without sound, yet they are not real. The pictures are only a figment of her imagination, the girl who sits on the ground, gazing up at the sky, dreaming of something more.
Gorgeous Stallions run the heard as the horses run through the pastor. I have always loved the sweet smell of fresh pine, taking care of the animals has always been my alone time and I wouldn’t give it up for the world.
Kazu Makino likes horses. She’s the lead singer of the band Blonde Redhead. I just recently saw an interview of her talking about what matters to her. One was horses. But the other was feeling alive. How she feels dis-attached from the world and she feels like her body and her mind are apart. I was just glad to know I wasn’t the only one that felt that way.
all the pretty horses, the herd, galloping, a rolling thunder, pounding across the plain. Manes and tails, glorious pennants whipping in the wild wind, curling and furling like the rolling grass, streaming over the mighty slopes
She ran free, like the wild horses I sometimes saw on the moors. She was care free, happy. A loose cannon. I loved her and hated her, because I wanted to be her. They found her this morning, hanging from a rope in her bedroom.
I’ve already decided what I was going to write about before I saw the word. so does this even really count?
I want to run wild like them
I want to be free
I want to feel the wind
I want the rush
I want to be happy
I want to not want to cry
I want to feel happiness
Those people who ride feel what I want to feel- I can tell.
horses gallop around the room, leaving broken petals in their wake
my memories were the flowers, but like the petals they do not go away
they just remain on the ground, broken, but here.
Running through the meadow they graze happily but when i look at them all i see is their pain. Is it just me who can look at them and see their death? I’d assume so at the way nobody does anything but then again do I do anything about it? I guess not.
Running through the meadow they graze happily but when i look at them all i see is their pain. Is it just me who can look at them and see their death? I’d assume so at the way nobody does anything but then again do I do anything about it? I guess not.
Wild horses couldn’t keep me away …
I don’t know if that’s exactly the words I heard Susan Boyle sing, but it’s something like that. There have been times when I’ve felt that way about a man. I finally learned to curb my lusty ways — at least enough to be in a long-term committed married relationship. Now? Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from my Dale.
I walked to the stable, hoping I would avoid everything on the way. Dad, grandpa, and Jake. I walked into the barn, and stared at Daisy. Her brown fur shown in the moonlight.
Mick Jagger’s “Wild Horses” was playing in a small diner where Roger sat, drinking a coffee. The autumn leaves were damp and clogged with rain and dirt, and a tinny jukebox was already playing Christmas songs in the corner. As he stirred sugar into his mug, he watched as the young Irish waiter, Ferris, set down a plate of sliced turkey in front of him.
“On the house,” he said. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
Roger smiled. At least he had something to be thankful for now.
“Wild horses couldn’t keep my from you” those were the words you whispered before you left. I laughed, how silly. But secretly it thrilled me to think that you would do anything for me. I loved the words you said. I believed them too. How foolish of me to believe words. Words are nothing without actions…
Horses.
Well, I’m definitely not writing about horses in my English paper right now. However, I will be discussing horses — or at least one horse in particular, in my next one. There is something quite nice about horses, the way that they can stand so majestically, with their long necks and long faces and just seem so serene. I pass horses at the equestrian club almost every day on my way to and from school. Sometimes I wish I could ride them whenever I wanted to, but I know there’s no way I can afford to.
Running wild and free in the wind, Epona galloped through Hyrule Field, the Hero of Time balanced on her back. What a feeling, wifi the wind in your hair! Pounding your feet to the ground!
Tails and manes flowing in the breeze as they gallop regally down the cobbled pavement. Harking back to the past, when the building house parliament and the cobbles were newly laid; in contrast to the loose stones and stones being thrown by the protesters as they are now.
I hate horses. On the contrary of everyone loving horses I hate them. They’re damn hard to write too. I once read a story of a kid who loved horses but she spelled them hores. She talked on and on about how she loved hores. It was hilarious.
horses are so beautiful
so powerful, so fast, so wild
and yet, when you place your hand on their nose, so gentle, so loving
they are intelligent enough to be picky in who they love
and when they love you, you are theirs
so beautiful to watch and so beautiful to know
When I was little I used to want to go horse riding, like the rich girls, but the closest I got was playing with My Little Ponies. They were not quite as interesting, even if they smelled nicer and were a lot cheaper to keep. I even had a house for them to live in.
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away. Where does that expression come from? No one sees wild horses these days. It must be an old expression. I’m very curious. I’ll look it up!
My whole childhood. Horse competitions, se those creature outside my window.
Im realy bored with those animals. Again again and again. My dad are a breeder. My parents ride, and they used too be trainer. my dad sells horse stuff. yea itss that bad.
Nellie likes horses, or she used to because everyone likes horses when they were little. Maybe she will actually do something with her liking for them but its kinda unlikely. I havent seen her in a while but I hope that she still likes them because it was really cute when she did.
The thundering of their hooves echoed over the valley. The wide swaths of grass crushed beneath their feet were the source of fascination for Will all his young life. Roads to nowhere, on and on into the horizon.
Happy eat an ugly bird day, everyone! Today is a day to be thankful, and to remember the good Pilgrims who came here so long ago. To thank them for diminishing at least a third of the Native American population with their small pox and measles, for taking all their food, then later, burning down their villages because they thought they were superior. But of course, we don’t remember them like that, so let’s just avoid all the unpleasantness, and eat until we pass out!
I wish I could be as free as the horses
Running and romping through earth’s natural made courses
And drinking from God’s own wandering sources.
I don’t know much about horses but my sister does. A couple of years ago she bought a wonderful horse who used to live in the Rockie Mountains. Horses have got a very special way of thinking. They get easily spooked by lots of ordinary objects.
Recently I’ve made plans to start lessons at a local stable where I’ll be learning general horsemanship. Not eventing, but hunter/jumper riding. I wonder what my horse’s name will be. Growing up I rode a horse named Lori who was bay colored. I miss it, a lot. The smell of the leather and musty fur, hearing the horse snort and seeing a wisp of breath rise into the cold air, feeling the cadence of the horse’s hooves on the ground. I can’t wait to start again.
They are beautiful.
horses i’ve loved horses since i’ve been 5 years old i looked out the bus window and said “horses, really, are my favorite animal” and that’s how i became the original horse girl but i didn’t know you had to choose between dogs and cats really i like both and don’t think they’re mutually exclusive just because they are the most common pets people, really, are ridiculous also it’s a good song by pj harvey i fucking love her.
Horses are beautiful mammals. I had a friend who loved horses, she rode them and had pictures of them on her wall. Im not a big fan of horses honestly. Animals aren’t really my interests.
They fly past me majestically. They are so precious when they look at me. They’re eyes gleaming in the sun. I love them so much. They are truly wonderous creatures. They are essential to the beauty of the world. Horses, you have to appreciate them.
Horses prance across the sky, painting beautiful white pictures over what was once blue. They dance, the images, happily, without sound, yet they are not real. The pictures are only a figment of her imagination, the girl who sits on the ground, gazing up at the sky, dreaming of something more.
Gorgeous Stallions run the heard as the horses run through the pastor. I have always loved the sweet smell of fresh pine, taking care of the animals has always been my alone time and I wouldn’t give it up for the world.
Kazu Makino likes horses. She’s the lead singer of the band Blonde Redhead. I just recently saw an interview of her talking about what matters to her. One was horses. But the other was feeling alive. How she feels dis-attached from the world and she feels like her body and her mind are apart. I was just glad to know I wasn’t the only one that felt that way.
all the pretty horses, the herd, galloping, a rolling thunder, pounding across the plain. Manes and tails, glorious pennants whipping in the wild wind, curling and furling like the rolling grass, streaming over the mighty slopes
She ran free, like the wild horses I sometimes saw on the moors. She was care free, happy. A loose cannon. I loved her and hated her, because I wanted to be her. They found her this morning, hanging from a rope in her bedroom.
i see a land of grass with wild horses running around, some are eating the grass HORSES they cute :)
In a giant stampede, their powerful legs push them forward against the wind. Their bodies a mechanical marvel.
I’ve already decided what I was going to write about before I saw the word. so does this even really count?
I want to run wild like them
I want to be free
I want to feel the wind
I want the rush
I want to be happy
I want to not want to cry
I want to feel happiness
Those people who ride feel what I want to feel- I can tell.
They fly across cool desert nights, faster than the air the gods of the evening cut through, flowing, flowing, gone.
horses gallop around the room, leaving broken petals in their wake
my memories were the flowers, but like the petals they do not go away
they just remain on the ground, broken, but here.
horses gallop around the room, stomping on roses leaving petals in their wake
leaving broken flowers on my carpet to match my heart
Running through the meadow they graze happily but when i look at them all i see is their pain. Is it just me who can look at them and see their death? I’d assume so at the way nobody does anything but then again do I do anything about it? I guess not.
Running through the meadow they graze happily but when i look at them all i see is their pain. Is it just me who can look at them and see their death? I’d assume so at the way nobody does anything but then again do I do anything about it? I guess not.
horses remind me of many things. and many people. mostly people that i dont like. its unfortunate, but thats the way it is.
Horses
Wild horses couldn’t keep me away …
I don’t know if that’s exactly the words I heard Susan Boyle sing, but it’s something like that. There have been times when I’ve felt that way about a man. I finally learned to curb my lusty ways — at least enough to be in a long-term committed married relationship. Now? Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from my Dale.
I walked to the stable, hoping I would avoid everything on the way. Dad, grandpa, and Jake. I walked into the barn, and stared at Daisy. Her brown fur shown in the moonlight.
Mick Jagger’s “Wild Horses” was playing in a small diner where Roger sat, drinking a coffee. The autumn leaves were damp and clogged with rain and dirt, and a tinny jukebox was already playing Christmas songs in the corner. As he stirred sugar into his mug, he watched as the young Irish waiter, Ferris, set down a plate of sliced turkey in front of him.
“On the house,” he said. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
Roger smiled. At least he had something to be thankful for now.
“Wild horses couldn’t keep my from you” those were the words you whispered before you left. I laughed, how silly. But secretly it thrilled me to think that you would do anything for me. I loved the words you said. I believed them too. How foolish of me to believe words. Words are nothing without actions…
Horses.
Well, I’m definitely not writing about horses in my English paper right now. However, I will be discussing horses — or at least one horse in particular, in my next one. There is something quite nice about horses, the way that they can stand so majestically, with their long necks and long faces and just seem so serene. I pass horses at the equestrian club almost every day on my way to and from school. Sometimes I wish I could ride them whenever I wanted to, but I know there’s no way I can afford to.
Running wild and free in the wind, Epona galloped through Hyrule Field, the Hero of Time balanced on her back. What a feeling, wifi the wind in your hair! Pounding your feet to the ground!
Tails and manes flowing in the breeze as they gallop regally down the cobbled pavement. Harking back to the past, when the building house parliament and the cobbles were newly laid; in contrast to the loose stones and stones being thrown by the protesters as they are now.
*Ride… not write. Freudian slip at it’s best, becuase I was writing… Get it? Wow, 60 seconds is fast!
I hate horses. On the contrary of everyone loving horses I hate them. They’re damn hard to write too. I once read a story of a kid who loved horses but she spelled them hores. She talked on and on about how she loved hores. It was hilarious.
horses are so beautiful
so powerful, so fast, so wild
and yet, when you place your hand on their nose, so gentle, so loving
they are intelligent enough to be picky in who they love
and when they love you, you are theirs
so beautiful to watch and so beautiful to know
her dress is
almost as stunning as
the smile on
her face
I find nothing fascinating about horses. They’re boring creatures. I’m sorry to everyone I offend with this statement.
When I was little I used to want to go horse riding, like the rich girls, but the closest I got was playing with My Little Ponies. They were not quite as interesting, even if they smelled nicer and were a lot cheaper to keep. I even had a house for them to live in.
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away. Where does that expression come from? No one sees wild horses these days. It must be an old expression. I’m very curious. I’ll look it up!
My whole childhood. Horse competitions, se those creature outside my window.
Im realy bored with those animals. Again again and again. My dad are a breeder. My parents ride, and they used too be trainer. my dad sells horse stuff. yea itss that bad.
Nellie likes horses, or she used to because everyone likes horses when they were little. Maybe she will actually do something with her liking for them but its kinda unlikely. I havent seen her in a while but I hope that she still likes them because it was really cute when she did.
The thundering of their hooves echoed over the valley. The wide swaths of grass crushed beneath their feet were the source of fascination for Will all his young life. Roads to nowhere, on and on into the horizon.
A blush and a run, dash and throw. Heavy dragging hooves and men in armour. Dangerous clouds billow and the rattle and thunder of horses continues.
Happy eat an ugly bird day, everyone! Today is a day to be thankful, and to remember the good Pilgrims who came here so long ago. To thank them for diminishing at least a third of the Native American population with their small pox and measles, for taking all their food, then later, burning down their villages because they thought they were superior. But of course, we don’t remember them like that, so let’s just avoid all the unpleasantness, and eat until we pass out!