I found this poem on the internet, posted for a young woman, Laine Ashker, who was critically injured at the Lexington Three Day Event last month. She has apparently recovered well, and was discharged from hospital this weekend. Her horse, Frodo Baggins, fractured his neck and was euthanased.
I have added this poem to the picture of my old horse Jack, but thought that other horse lovers might also appreciate it, if I posted it in a wider forum than just simply attached to a single photo.
It is perhaps even more poignant today because Clayton Fredericks’ horse Nullarbor died on the cross country at Saumur in France yesterday. Clayton is one of Australia’s leading eventers, based in the UK for many years. He won a silver medal at the World Equestrian Games in 2006 on his other top-class horse, Ben Along Time
Vale Jack. Vale Nullarbor. And all the dead horses.
If you bury him in this spot,
The secret of which you must already have,
He will come to you when you call –
Come to you over the far, dim pastures of death,
And down the remembered paths to your side again.
And though you ride other living horses throughout life
They shall not shy at him or resent him coming.
For he is yours and he belongs there.
People may scoff at you,
Who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall,
Who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
People who may never really love a horse.
Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them,
And which is well worth knowing.
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his mistress.