Showing posts with label wild ponies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wild ponies. Show all posts

Monday, December 19, 2016

Wild horse attack





Well, no. Actually, it's a lot of wild ponies from Assateague Island disrupting the peace and quiet of tourists on the beach. But I don't think anybody minds meeting Misty's descendents up close and personal.



Wednesday, March 7, 2012

We'll be riding Wildfire




She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night















Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall
In a blizzard he was lost




She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire



By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot-owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row



She's coming for me, I know
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go






We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire


On Wildfire we're gonna ride
Gonna leave sodbustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds


Saturday, June 11, 2011

I get Misty

Be patient with me today, for I am trying to put together something impossible. I recently watched the movie version of Misty of Chincoteague, my favorite "horse book" of all time, and was entranced. It was filmed on Chincoteague and Assateague Islands before they were overrun with tourists and roads, with just acres and acres of blazing white sand and aching blue sky and roaring surf. Picture the Chincoteague ponies ripping along that beach, their wildness, their horseness, and - . It's beyond what I can describe, and the YouTube videos were pretty lame. So I put together a few stills (less than ideal) with a piece of music that sums up horseness, wildness, and freedom. The real Misty - and yes, there really was a Misty - appears in an incredible photo where she's close enough to touch, with awestruck children watching her in the background.

More about Misty later. I have a lot to say.