What is Poetry?
Published by GHC • Oct 17th, 2009 • Category: Poetry, by Gingerby Ginger
A poem is a story,
words flowing as a song…
Blogs in the 'by Ginger' Channel
On the Dusty Paddock Floor
Published by GHC • Oct 7th, 2009 • Category: Poetry, by Gingerby Ginger
I saw you in the pasture,
you nickered for me…
My Dark Horse
Published by GHC • Jul 11th, 2009 • Category: Poetry, by Gingerby Ginger
My dark horse in the night,
you stand with pride…
Hanging In There
Published by GHC • Jul 6th, 2009 • Category: Odds & Ends, by Gingerby Ginger | Over ‘Spring Break’ I realized something. Girls Horse Club was one of the most important of the decreasing things that keep me hanging onto horses. I love my ponies, but as far as riding goes I have been taking a bit of a break…
Me For Me
Published by GHC • May 21st, 2009 • Category: Poetry, by Gingerby Ginger
My Horse is mine,
And she will be tell the day she dies…
The Forbidden Land (aka Your Horse’s Head)
Published by GHC • May 16th, 2009 • Category: Poetry, by Gingerby Ginger
When I look into your eyes,
it’s like a forbidden land…
Saying Goodbye and Moving On
Published by GHC • May 11th, 2009 • Category: Odds & Ends, by Gingerby Ginger | In Saying Goodbye I told you Lady got taken back to her old home. Well, that very same day she got sold. I don’t know much about the lady who bought her…
Saying Goodbye
Published by GHC • May 1st, 2009 • Category: Tributes, by Gingerby Ginger | Some of you may know that I had a little Welsh pony I was training and her name is Lady. Well, Lady is not mine, she is actually my friend’s horse. They let me have her for a while and said I could train her. I had her for eight months and I took her training seriously…
Singing With the Wind and Running With the Sky
Published by GHC • Apr 25th, 2009 • Category: Poetry, by Gingerby Ginger
you were once free,
for a moment in time
Happy Birthday To You
Published by GHC • Apr 23rd, 2009 • Category: Odds & Ends, by Gingerby Ginger | I watched my little cousin Kayla proudly walking on my little chestnut Roxy with her hands spread out like an airplane. She wore a huge smile on her face that was screaming “I’m doing it!” It was her sixth birthday…
