20 Feb 2008, Comments Off on Hooves, galloping, fading into distance

Hooves, galloping, fading into distance

Author: Helen

Twisty is blogging at I blame the Patriarchy again.

She’s been gone for a long time, and here’s why.

Well her jeans they get like a wet saddle blanket
And her boots are like you’d figure
And her car is full of hay
Horses, humans if she had to rank it
You’d bet on they that canter
And them that need fly spray

And you see i don’t see her much since she started with horses
No i don’t see her much since she started to ride

Go boys, tell ’em all about it!


Cantle and fetlock, barrel and mane
Don’t see her much since she started to train

Cannon bone, knee bone, forearm and arm
I don’t see her much when she heads for the barn
And she’s so satisfied when she’s riding and drinking
She must just love that smell of the barn i would say
She’s so satisfied when she’s grooming and graining
And she’s tired in the evening and she’s gone in the day

And no i don’t see her much since she started with horses
No i don’t see her much since she started to ride.


Comments (0)

  • feminism + jonathan richman – count me in 3 times baby.

    roadrunner once – road runner once road runner twice – I’m in love with rock n roll…..

    btw – you going to Ron Sexsmith?

  • Helen says:

    Unfortunately the household budget always takes a big hit this year, FX, we are cultural zombies.
    Bloody kids, bleeding dry, etc.
    So You Think You Can Dance R Us.
    Whinge, moan.

    It’s great to see some top bloggers horseblogging.

  • I’ve never been able to like horses except a big old draft horse we once had on the farm. I was forced to ride a horse when I was bout 10 when all I wanted was a motor bike.

    yeah kids – my music collection actually has gaps in in coinciding with kids etc. I got a set top box from Aldi for ~$35 – ABC2 has lots of music shows – docos and live concerts.

  • Dysthymiac says:

    I’d rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God’s sake. J. D. Salinger The Catcher in the Rye, spoken by Holden Caulfield …

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