Perfect Harmony Animal Rescue & Sanctuary

I Talk To Horses

You know I talk to horses, as peculiar as that be,
The more I talk to horses, the more they talk to me.

Now I was minding my own business, while at the barn that day,
But this horse out in the pasture, had something big to say.

The field was pretty muddy, so she slid into a stop.
She said her name was Sundance, and she wondered what was up.

She said she'd soon be leaving to some place she'd never been.
She wondered if I'd ask around, to see just where and when

"There's a horse already in my stall, I eat my meals out here."
"Sure I'll ask around," I told her, "And I'll tell you what I hear."

Well, the vet says she's got navicular, and it'll just get worse.
Sundance's days are over. They say "no feet no horse."

It'll cost about three hundred just to have that horse put down.
But she'll bring about five hundred at the auction out of town.

The trainer says, "She's outta here, I just do what I am told.
I just load 'em and I haul 'em. Far as I'm concerned she's sold."

Then Sundance started calling. In her voice I heard her fears.
I couldn't bear to listen, so I covered up my ears.

I reached deep in my pockets, and I counted all I had.
But you just can't buy compassion, that's what makes it all so sad.

I knew I'd have to tell her, so I walked up to the fence.
Her eyes were wide and helpless, her muscles all were tense.

"Were you're goin', Sundance, riders cue with just a thought.
The horses all enjoy their work, and like the way they're taught.

There's always buckets full of treats, and the grass is ever green.
The bedding's thick and fluffy, and the stalls are fresh and clean.

The stall doors all are open, and the cross ties all are free.
You'll come and go just as you please and be were you want to be."

And then I just got angry. Oh, God, it isn't right!
I swung around with fisted hands, but there was no one there to fight.

I can't believe they'd sell you, for a few cents on the pound.
I promise that blood money will curse the place it's found!

And if there is some justice, and what we give comes back,
That which we have taken we'll soon find that we lack.

Yes, I'll tell them what you told me, 'Bout the way you'd rather go,
In a place where you feel comfort, among the ones you know.

No, there's no one here to see you off. You'll have to settle for me.
They send you their apologies, there's somewhere else they had to be.

I'm glad I met you, Sundance, I'll tell them about our talk.
We're not as strong as we pretend. Come on, let's take a walk.

You know it's just not easy, to bear this heavy load,
To lead you down the painless path, not to send you down the road.

So I hope to see you Sundance, when I cross over too.
I hope my journey's easier, than it will be for you.

I had a friend who told me once, (And I believe it's true),
That God appointed angels to watch over ponies like you

So, Sundance, you load easy, girl, now don't you kick or rear.
I'll load that angel by your side, she'll help to calm your fear.

You know, I talk to horses, as peculiar as that be,
The more I talk to horses, the more they talk to me.

~Author unknown~

We Patronize Them ...

"We patronize them for their incompleteness,
for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves.
And therein we err, and greatly err.

For the animal shall not be measured by man.
In a world older and more complete than ours,
They move finished and complete,
Gifted with extensions of the sense we have lost or never attained,
Living by voices we shall never hear.
They are not brethren;
They are not underlings;
They are other nations,
Caught with ourselves in the net of life and time,
Fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of earth."

~Author Unknown~

A Rescuer's Prayer

Now I lay me down to rest
I pray my soul can stand this test
Of watching critters lose their homes
While owners gripe and cry and moan

I long for strength of spirit and
I pray they'll find a home again
Where they will know a loving heart
I can't do much, but its a start..

And spare me from the owner's pleas
About the baby's allergies
Or how they're moving out of state
Or spitefulness 'tween cat and mate

Please keep me sane while dealing with
The woman who bought as a gift
A wriggling tiny ball of fluff
That now is playing way too rough

Remind me I should bite my lip
When confronted with "he grew too quick"
"I didn't know he'd get so large"
"He seems to think that he's in charge"

Protect my heart when I hear them say
"I think we'll breed our dog one day"
Sometimes I think it'll break in two;
Each day brings trials harsh and new

And if I die before I wake
I pray one hopeless soul you'll take
My tears are gone, my faith is bare
Lord, please hear my rescue prayer.
- (c) 2001 TRW

NOT AN ANGEL

The young pup and the older dog lay on shaded sweet grass, watching the reunions.

Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, sometimes a whole family would approach the Rainbow Bridge, be greeted by their loving pets and cross the bridge together.

The young pup playfully nipped at the older one:"Look! Something wonderful is happening!"

The older dog stood up and barked:"Quickly! Get over to the path." "But that's not my owner," whined the pup, but did as he was told.

Thousands of pets surged forward as a figure in white walked toward the bridge.

As the glowing figure passed each of the animals, that animal bowed it's head in love and respect.

The figure finally approached the bridge, and was met by a menagerie of joyous animals.

Together they walked over the bridge and disappeared.

The young pup was still in awe. "Was that an angel?" he whispered.

"No, son" the older dog replied. "That was more than an angel. That was a RESCUER!"

~Author unknown~

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