Sandy Ridge Walkers

This is a place for pictures of horses we have had and extra pictures of some we have now, along with anything...like the poems....that we come across.

OUR GRANDSON AYDEN AND OUR DAUGHTER SHANNON TAKING A TRACTOR DRIVE!

>
> From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a horse" or
> "that's a lot of money for just a horse".  They don't understand the
> distance traveled, the time spent or the costs involved for "just a
> horse". Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a
> horse". Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a
> horse", but I did not once feel slighted. Some of my saddest moments
> have been brought about by "just a horse" and in those days of
> darkness, the gentle touch of "just a horse" gave me comfort
> and reason to overcome the day. If you too think it's "just a horse",
> then you will probably understand phrases like "just a friend", "just
> a sunrise" or "just a promise". "Just a horse" brings into my life
> the very essence of friendship, trust and pure unbridled joy.
> "Just a horse" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a
> better person.  Because of "just a horse" I will rise early, take
> long walks and look into the future with hope.
> So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a horse" but an
> embodiments of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond
> memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.
> "Just a horse" brings out what is good in me and diverts my thoughts
> away from myself and the worries of the day.
> I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a horse"
> but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a
> woman". So the next time you hear the phrase "just a horse", just
> smile, because they "just" don't understand they are missing "just a
> blessing" in their lives.

-author unknown

Mended Promises

You are a great champion; When you ran the ground shook; The skies opened; Mere mortals parted; Parted the way to victory; Where I will meet you in the winner's circle; And lay a blanket of roses on your back.

                                                                         -Cale Crane from Dreamer

John and Dreamer with our grandson, Julian.

  

 

Dreamer- our palomino filly out of She's All Favorite and by Favorite's Cremello Ace.

Gen's Gingersnap- a beautiful chestnut mare that we took to two shows while we had her, she has been sold to a wonderful new home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sailor- reg TWHBEA

Sailor is a beautiful palomino colt born in Summer 04. He is out of Gen's Magic Spirit and is by a cremello stallion standing at Deep Creek Walkers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Gen's Slim Shady-reg TWHBEA

Shady is out of Gen's Final Playmate. Born in March of 2001, he was the first foal born on the farm. He placed at the North Carolina State Fair as a weanling. He is now used for breeding and is putting out some really nice foals.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alikat and Scarlett enjoying a summer day together!

Avatar is by OOPs and out of a direct Pusher mare....A Pushin Angel.........What a talented mare she is!

HORSE MADNESS
>
> Why do I like horses?
> I reckon I must be mad.
> My mother wasn't horsey
> And neither was my dad.
>
> But the madness hit me early
> And it hit me like a curse.
> And I've never gotten better
> In fact I've gotten worse.
>
> My stables are immaculate.
> My house is like a hovel.
> Last year for my birthday
> I got a brand new shovel.
>
> I hardly read a paper
> But I know who's sold their horse
> And I wouldn't watch the news
> If Mr. Ed was on, of course.
>
> One eye's always on the heavens
> But my washing waves in vain
> As I rush to get the horses in
> In case it's gonna rain.
>
> And though they're wearing 15 rugs,
> The best that you can get,
> I bring them in to keep them dry
> While I get soaking wet.
>
> I spend up every cent I've got
> On horsey stuff for sure.
> I buy fancy tack and fancy rugs,
> And then I buy some more.
>
> I should have had that hair cut
> Or bought that nice blue shirt
> At least it wouldn't be now
> Ripped to shreds and in the dirt.
>
> I can't make a bloody sponge cake
> I don't even try
> But I can back a car and trailer
> In the twinkling of an eye.
>
> It's jeans and Ariat boots
> That I live in night and day
> And that smell of sweaty horses
> Just doesn't wash away.
>
> Once every now and then
> I can dress up for a ball.
> Make up and a hairdo
> With high heel shoes and all.
>
> I ache from long forgotten falls.
> My knees have got no skin. 
> My toes have gone a funny shape.
> From being squashed again.
> 
> But late at night, when all is still
> And I've gone to give them hay,
> I touch their velvet softness
> And my worries float away.
>
> They give a gentle nicker
> And they nuzzle through my hair
> And I know it's where my heart is
> More than anywhere. 
>
> Beanie Coons
> "CEDAROSA"
>
>
>
> "A pony is a childhood dream, a Horse is an adult treasure"
>
> (Rebecca Carrol)
>
> "A horse is a thing of beauty....none will tire of looking at him as long
> as he displays himself in splendor"
>
> (Xenophon, 400BC)
>
> "I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four
> pasterns...When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk. He trots the air, the
> earth sings when he touches it, the basest horn of his hoofs is more musical
> than the pipe of Hermes.. When bestride him I soar, I am a hawk..."
>
> (William Shakespeare).

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