Photo & Poem: Thanksgiving


We’d be grateful for a kind winter.
If that works out, maybe a sweet
season of green grass, probably
not more. This old gelding’s
back is a full hand lower than
his withers, not that he was ever
tall. His knees bent, disfigured
with arthritis. One of his shrunken
eyes has clouded over. He’s done
nothing wrong; just an old hay
burner. In his day, did he have a
young girl? He’s anxious now; too
many changes, too close together.
Settle, old man. Let’s stretch our
time here long, and call it home.

Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Clinician, Equine Pro
Planning our 2019 clinic schedule now.
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25 comments

  1. Very nice….I’ve got a 32 yo mare who resembles this and who is hoping for it too!!! Hope weather is nice to both of them!

  2. I’m an anti-slaughter advocate. I keep my horses for their forevers; and this touched my heart!!
    Thank you for your blog.

    Sent from my iPhone

  3. A beautiful and sweet old man. He’s in good hands now. Wishing you and your critter family a Very Happy Thanksgiving. =-)

  4. Right now my oldest is only 24. But I have been the end home for many. I live in California so winters are pretty doable. I cherish my time with elders they are simply the best.

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