Gallop: A Poem by Idaho Poet Robert Wrigley

Gallop

  
The yellow pines thrash their manes
and rear. You can almost hear
beneath their stationary hooves
the billion root-hairs clench and click,
the nicker and neigh, the nowhere wind
goes by on the way to nowhere else,
bringing joy and hysteria to the trees.
In the interludes between gusts
they shuffle and sway then stand
almost immobile in the downpour
of shed needles—at last only a single
branch bobbing like a twitched flank,
then stillness, the sound of what was
fading in the east, the sound of what’s coming
coming nearer from the west. They grow
restive. They wait until it comes
and gallop in their stillness again.

A poem by Robert Wrigley, who has published ten books of poems, including most recently Anatomy of Melancholy and Other Poems (Penguin 2013) and, The Church of Omnivorous Light (Bloodaxe Books, 2013). He teaches at the University of Idaho and lives in the woods, near Moscow, with his wife, the Pulitzer-nominated and best-selling author, Kim Barnes.  I was privileged to have had him as my Introduction to Literature teacher way back in 1985.   

River Gods (Riverside State Park) & An Early Spring

 

 "Simply put; I'm trying to see what I can get done with the horse without him being troubled about doing it."- Buck Brannaman

Here in Spokane, WA we've had an early spring.  In fact, it's the warmest February on record.  For us, that means trail rides.  Where normally we'd be waiting for April, this Valentines was spent at Riverside State Park with my Valentines Baby--actually born on Valentines Day 23 years ago.

This weekend I realized my survivor heart-horse, Cowboy, is getting old.  I have to dig out his papers (which I don't need and don't care about except to find out his age) to see if he's 19 or 20.

19 or 20???  How did that happen?  He was supposed to be dead, by most accounts, 8 years ago almost to the day when he fractured and displaced his coffin bone.  The worst case scenario, he's never sound.  The best case scenario, you get a few seasons out of him until the arthritis in his coffin joint makes him unsound.

8 years later, I'm riding my old boy Friday, Saturday and Sunday--Riverside, Palisades and Slavin Conservation Area.  I am a blessed horsewoman!!!

While riding at Slavin on Sunday, we spotted a group of Snow Geese.  (See picture directly above with Cowboy looking at the lake.)  What's unusual about that is they don't usually arrive until April.  This is February.

It has been a wonderful February so far--which is yet another blessing for me.  My youngest son set off to Boot Camp two weeks ago to prepare for his future with the Air National Guard.  The loss, although I know I shouldn't think of it as a loss, has left me pretty empty.  It's even been hard to play the piano.

That's why being able to be on horseback--on the trails--early this year is a personal miracle.  Being with my horse sets things straight.

I'm going to include another poem I wrote last summer after a 20 mile ride along the Spokane River with a good friend.  (See above Friday's picture with my daughter a day before her birthday--that's the beautiful Spokane River behind us.)  The loneliness I mention is what I felt the next day writing about it from my office and wishing I was back there.  The only remedy, spend every waking hour with my horses.

Happy President's Day, everyone.  I hope you're all having lots and lots of great moments with your own herd families today and always.


River Gods (Riverside State Park, WA)

     I do not know much about gods;  
     but I think that the river
     Is a strong brown god -
     sullen, untamed and intractable.

T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets: Dry Salvages

Nothing makes you feel more alone–
Yesterday’s twenty miles of river
Calculated today, a lifetime.
The hunting bird, you said eagle,
Then, you said Osprey,
It was an Osprey.
Great beautiful white-winged thing
Hunting the Spokane River
For the one that jumps too high,
Makes itself too known,
Dares to release itself
From the swelling under-swell.

Listen to T.S. Eliot read Four Quartets.

Another bit to share: I've been looking for a piece of art for my living room for seven years and found this piece this weekend.  It reminded me so much of Cowboy I had to buy it.  It's almost as if he was the model--but he wasn't.  

Horse Poetry--Memories of Warm Autumn Rides

In preparation for the upcoming Horsewomen's Poetry Anthology, I'm dusting off my daily poems from last year--at least, the ones that relate to horses.  My poetry blog is BitsOfPoetry.com and last year I really pushed myself to write more.  Now, I'm thankful I did.  I read this poem last night and was instantly transported to that day--that ride--better than a picture would have sufficed.

It was October and we'd had an unusually dry summer/fall.  Our pasture had died out and wouldn't come back--which is unusual for us.  We can usually count on some late rains to keep it muddling along until the first freeze.  The drought forced us to feed early.  It was really quite sad--the horses had pounded the dry ground to must--which sounds better than dust--which is what it really was.  I remember feeling guilty at relishing in the dry, sunny days and the opportunity for more fall rides.

This particular ride was started at a friend's home.  He's in his 80's and still riding horses.  His wife was a tough, wonderful woman who started and ran our non-profit organization, Palisades Park.  She died about a year and a half ago, but until her last day she was out riding her horse through our park, chasing down motorized violators, and fighting developers to preserve it.

We pulled our trailers into his apple orchard where his many trees were heavy with unpicked fruit.  I don't know if I could ever capture in words how delightful it was to pick one of those juicy, ripe apples and feed it to Cowboy--his lips brushing against my palm.  


You should have wished for rain,
But you relished the sun, instead,
And the sweet smell of orchard grass,
In the pinto’s October sweat.
Before you left,
You stood under the bow,
And plucked an apple,
Ripe with the full bloom
Of a long summer.
You held it outstretched
Until all that was left
Was juice, and the salt
From the palm of your open hand.

You should have wished for rain,
But you relished the sun, instead,
And his slow steps down steep trails,
Adrift of dirt and loose chunks of basalt.
The robin and wren, tree swallows and chickadees,
Flitted among branches of Ponderosa, Serviceberry,
and the Hawthorn with its dangerous nails,
While you thought of nothing but that,
And how your horse’s mane felt in your hands.

When I'm An Old Horsewoman & Attention Poets

WHEN I’M AN OLD HORSEWOMAN

I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my social security on red wine and carrots,
And sit in the alley-way of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.

I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night and ride my old liver-chestnut gelding across the moonstruck meadow if my old bones will allow.

And when people come to call, I will smile and nod as I walk past the gardens to the barn and show instead the flowers growing inside stalls fresh lined with shavings.

I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel.

And I will be an embarrassment to all, who have not yet found the peace in being free to have a horse as a best friend.

A friend who waits at midnight hour, with a soft velvet muzzle, a nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.

Woman dies after farewell to her horse.  http:

//www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-29951094

That's the way I want to go when it's time.

Attention Poets!!  My friend, author Kimberly Verhines is accepting submissions for a Women and Horses anthology.  The deadline is May 2015.  If interested, contact me for details.

More On Doing Less

I wanted to reblog (below) a post from DoctorRamey.Com because I love it, and it largely sums up my feelings about the over-complication of horsemanship--which simply takes away a lot of the fun.  

Food and water.  Essential.  I was worried we'd run out of food for the winter (the herd was going through it faster than estimated) and have to go scavenging, but my hay supplier (Saint that he is!) put enough back for us to get us well through winter.    

Old Red is alive and well on pelleted foods.  At 34-35, his teeth aren't all there anymore, but his body and brain are in tip-top shape.  He doesn't like Safe Choice for Seniors.  He told me he'd rather starve to death than eat it.  Good slave that I am, I hopped to and got some Equine Senior that he loves.

Here are some winter photos from our little piece of heaven:

 

And this is my dream barn.  I want to recreate this breezeway in my own barn someday.  

 

The Above-Mentioned Post from Dr. Ramey

Separating Owners From Their Horses (and How to Stop It)

Posted on January 10, 2015 by DrRamey in Musings by Dr. Ramey with 0 Comments

 

Horses need owners.
And, as my friend Joe Bertone, a professor of Equine Medicine at Western University in Pomona, CA says, a number of factors are conspiring to separate horses from their owners.
And I’d like to suggest how you can stop the conspiracy.
Here’s how I see my job.  My first responsibility is to the horse.  I know the horse has an owner, and I know it’s very important that I address his or her concerns, but, fundamentally, I need to be most concerned with what’s best for the horse.
A QUESTION:  Is there any disagreement here?

Owners make for happy horses

So if my primary concern is for the horse, I feel like one of the big ways that I can help him is to try make sure that:

1. The horse and owner stay together (that is, help the owner understand the horse)
2. I shepherd my client’s resources so that they can stay together

And that’s because that without an owner that can afford to take care of the horse, nothing else really matters.
I think most people consider two main things when it comes to deciding if caring for an animal is worthwhile.  First is how complicated and expensive it is to take care of the animal.  Second is how much emotional return you get on your investment.  Let me explain.

Dogs can be very complicated and somewhat expensive to care for.  They require at least daily feeding, you have to get them looked after when you go on vacation, you have to clean up the yard from time to time, you have to take the time to go for walks (which, of course, is good for both of you) and so forth.  For their part, dogs are pretty much always happy to see you, they sit by your side, they lick your face, they want to go on walks with you, put up with all sorts of outfits and costumes and sweaters, etc., etc.  Dogs are a high maintenance-high reward sort of an animal.  Most people love them.
I have a snake (“Jar-Jar,” a rosy boa, purchased during the age of acquisition that is raising young boys.  


Jar could care less about me (or pretty much anyone).  He doesn’t bite, doesn’t strike, doesn’t show affection, but he does happily (or at least I think it’s happily) slither around in your hand when you pick him up, which is actually a pretty cool conversation starter for those folks who don’t have ophiophobia (for you linguists, this is so much more than just a horse blog).  But overall, he’s a very low emotional reward sort of a guy.  On the other hand, I only have to feed him once a week or so, it doesn’t really matter if I forget for a few days, and there’s very little to pick up in his actually-very-nice-smelling cage.  He’s low reward, but he’s low maintenance, too.  He’s 10 years old now, and, while not warm and fuzzy, he’s certainly a part of the family.


Horses, I think, kind of fit in the middle.  They’re certainly more complicated to take care of than are snakes.  But they don’t require as much attention as do dogs.  For example, you can leave them in the field with grass and water for a few months (years?) and they’ll do just fine.  They’ll nicker when they see you – which, in my opinion, is one of the most heart-warming sounds in the animal kingdom – but it’s not always clear if they’re nickering at you or the carrots that you’re carrying (I know – you’re sure it’s you – I’m just sayin’).  They won’t curl up in your lap – which is a good thing, insofar as prevention of serious injuries to  you goes – but they will stand there and let you brush them and dress them and ride them.  In general, I think of horses as a sort of medium reward, medium maintenance animal (there are plenty of individual exceptions, of course).

Too complicated

So, if you’re with me so far, given that horses do require some effort to take care of, and that they can’t sit with you on the couch and watch television, I think that the last thing that horses need is a bunch of folks telling the people who own them how complicated and difficult it is to take care of horses, because telling those things:

• Turn the horse into a high maintenance animal
• Breed anxiety among horse owners
• Make taking care of horse much more expensive and complicated than it needs to be

But telling people that taking care of horses is complicated and difficult is precisely what is happening, and they’re hearing it from just about every direction.

• From the specialist “dentist,” who may be telling them that they need to have their horse’s teeth worked on twice a year.
• From the supplement companies, who crow about the need to “support” or “optimize” or “normalize” just about every cell in the horse’s body
• From “chiropractors” (most who do not, in fact, have degrees from chiropractic colleges) who assert that the horse’s body needs to be regularly “adjusted”
• From massage therapists, who may want to “optimize” performance or “improve” circulation
• From feed companies, who assert that the horse’s feed must be “precise” and “balanced”
• From veterinarians, who may want even the simplest problem to be immediately evaluated with a battery of diagnostic tests and procedures
• From farriers, who insist that horses be shod on an exacting schedule, and to some exacting “balance,” without account for the individual needs of the horse (unless, of course, they tell you that shoeing a horse is a terrible thing in its own right)
• From trainers, who tell horse lovers that they can’t/shouldn’t/don’t ride in this or the other way.  Otherwise stated, if you ever feel comfortable on top of your horse, you’re probably going to be told you are doing something wrong.
• From horse magazines, filled with articles from various experts, and four color advertisements asserting the importance of doing this, that, or the other, as well as news about the “latest” promising development

ASIDE:  I’m sure I’ve missed annoying plenty of other groups.  That oversight was purely unintentional, I’m sure.
Frankly, after caring for horses for 30+ years, and watching the commercialization of all things horse, I think that all of this noise is making the horse world a very loud, difficult, and unnecessarily complicated place to be.  In fact, it’s worse than that;  I think it’s separating horses from owners.
Look, fundamentally, horses are very simple creatures. The vast majority live very happily with access to two things: good forage (hay and or grass) and water.  It’s not at all difficult to live a good life, being a horse, as long as you avoid predators (which is not hard, even in rural settings) and have enough to eat and drink.
Horses survive – and thrive – without two things that have been foisted on horse owners by all the “experts”: precision and cost.  Precision and cost are the bane of people owning just about anything, because precision usually means difficult, and cost means, well, it’ll be expensive.  And if something is difficult and expensive, fewer people will bother with it.  And I worry that a misguided emphasis on precision and cost is causing some people who might be inclined to own horses to just not bother.
 
ANOTHER ASIDE:  Some people seem love trying to make things complicated.  For example, some people really like “over”-caring for their horses, and, mostly, I think it’s fine.  I believe that fussing over a horse – you know, mixing up special grains and supplements and treat buckets and scheduling appointments – brings a certain amount of pleasure to some people.  I can be that way, too.  I mean, the other night, I made chicken soup.  I’m sure that everyone would have been happy with store-bought chicken soup, and, frankly, I made it as much for me as I did for everyone else.  But I didn’t go to a broth specialist, and I didn’t go to a certified bowl expert for advice either.  It was really good.

NOTE TO YOU CULINARIANS:  I don’t use a recipe.  Sorry.
What’s at the bottom of all of this?  Why is it that, just a few decades ago, when I got out of veterinary school, taking care of a horse was a pretty simple endeavor?  Why is it so much more of a bother now?  One word.  Marketing.  Marketing is separating owners from their horses.  And who is doing the marketing?  Well, just about everybody.  Marketing experts can almost smell consumers looking for non-existent products, and when they catch a scent of something missing, they jump to put something on the shelves.

I think it’s totally wrong to try to convince horse owners to spend money on products and services that have immeasurable benefits (if there are benefits at all).  In fact, that’s one of the big reasons that I spend time blogging. All of the marketing that goes on in the horse world shouldn’t take away from the wonderful experience that is owning a horse.  It’s not that hard.
So here are a few things you can do about it.

1. Ask for second opinions
2. Ask for information that’s been published in scientific journals to back up assertions that are made to you about products.
3. Don’t trust product endorsements.
4. Beware of “weasel words” such as “may,” and vague, positive-sounding words like, “assist,” “support,” “help,” “optimize,” etc.  Stay away from “natural,” too, for that matter.
5. Don’t go for the latest fad
6. If it’s not an emergency situation, don’t be afraid to wait a bit before you spend a lot of money.  Lots of things get better on their own.
7. Spend time with your horse, and go have fun

Horses need owners, and especially now, with horse ownership declining.  Horse owning should be fun, and it shouldn’t have to be super expensive.  Your horse most likely needs more time and attention, not more products or services.  The bottom line is that if your horse looks like he’s doing well, he probably is.  Oh, and don’t allow anyone or anything to start separating you from your horse.