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One late summer day in 2006,

I was searching for school horses, with few issues to fix.

There out in a pasture, a horse did I spy.

Brilliant copper in color; a horse I might try.


The owner alarmed, “No! Not that one!” she said

Robbin is mean and wants all humans dead!

I asked to meet her, I’d try if I could.

The owner looked skeptical, not sure that I should.


From afar there she stood as I opened the gate.

No way did I know, we would share a great fate.

Ears pinned to her head, eyes full of fire,

She charged straight towards me, her heart full of ire!


I stood quite still and patiently waited

For the angry horse; full of humans she hated.

At the last possible moment I threw a rope from my arm

Robbin stopped dead in her tracks, I came to no harm.


We looked at each other, it was then that I knew

She was my new partner, she hadn’t a clue.

To the round pen we went, Robbin in hand

She hooked up in moments and became a great fan.


The owner was shocked, she knew not what to say

Robbin, my new partner, we were well on our way.

Robbin followed me everywhere, at liberty and in hand

But her feet were so painful, she could walk only in sand


It turned out my new partner had pigeon-toed feet

The hardest to rehab, her legs full of heat.

A Vet told me then, that in just a few years

The bones would wear out, I held back the tears.


I swallowed hard and moved forward, Robbin 12 at the time

At her age it seemed wrong, she was just in her prime.

Not a bright future, I’d make her better some how

Not as a school horse, but no pain did I vow.


After I bought her, through Mary you know,

Both our lives changed, for the better, just slow.

Now that Robbin was safe with a new herd to care,

She thanked me by being insightfully human aware.


Massage, chiro and hoof care, Robbin’s pain did abate

She leaped around like a filly, feeling no more than eight.

Convinced she was better, and taking it slow,

Robbin became the greatest school horse, I’d ever know.


Over the years, many, many students she taught

Expressing her feelings, holding back not a thought.

Swishing her tail, snarky faces she’d make,

You could always tell, she knew what was at stake.


To terrorize and intimidate, Robbin was known.

Her assigned students would let out a moan.

All humans who knew her, understood Robbin though

She soon became known as our beloved Bluffalo.


Of all the silly things Robbin would do,

She never hurt anyone, I could trust her with you.

Playing soccer with kids, she’d pass the big ball

The kids’ eyes would light up, from small to the tall.


For years Robbin worked, without much complaint

I was always amazed she was such a great saint.

Without even a smirk, with kids she was gracious.

But with most adults, she was a beast and vexacious.


At 21 it seemed, Robbin would live forever.

Defying the odds, she proved she was better.

As 25 closed in, I felt such a blessing

That Robbin was thriving, and I wasn’t stressing.


I noticed a change as 2018 rolled in.

Robbin was limping, I knew where to begin.

The vets I did call, the expert farriers as well.

We x-rayed and contemplated, only time would tell.


Robbin’s lameness worsened quickly, she could no longer run,

Her days as a school horse, were certainly done.

Robbin gave me the nod, as the months rolled along,

I knew to be brave, I knew to be strong.


You see many years ago, I promised this mare,

Nothing would hurt her, I would take care.

With no way to express my sorrow so deep,

Saying goodbye to this horse, was my promise to keep.


I kept my vow sacred, to her now and then,

So no one or nothing would hurt her again.

So thank you her humans who were there at the end,

Robbin is with God, her creator, Amen…

Robyn Smith


IMG_0321Well, true to good form, our Merlin entered fooling the likes of “his” welcoming committee. For 10 hours “we” thought Trinity…….but…. Merlin emerged with a few parts we missed in the aftermath and excitement of his delivery into the world.  A special thanks to ALL the wonderful welcoming committee at 2:22am Saturday April 26th.  Nicole (who has always wanted to see a baby horse born), Tina (your calving experience served you well), Chuck (who assisted as mid-hubby), Jaqui (who’s beautiful photos and love at getting to the birth so fast is commendable!), Alec (who has a “knightly crush on Presence–;), Aunia (who was stellar at being available no matter what time) and of course I ambled in after Merlin took his first steps. Thanks Tina for recording it!  if I missed someone it was fatigue and unintentional. Saturday lessons became a blurrrr! For all of us!

Thanks to the ELS Community for the love and understanding you have for allowing Presence some peace over the weekend. She is recovering like a champ.  Also, a great Thanks to Connie and Chuck of Immortal Farms who lovingly breed and train these wonderful Warlanders into quiet, respectful partners and stayed available and supportive through the pregnancy and beyond! My journey with Presence  and Merlin has just begun. Thanks to Lee Palmer for guiding us through the imprinting process, although duty called her elsewhere, she was with us in spirit.

Presence is as good a mama as one could hope. Both are doing well after a bit of a nuisancIMG_3574e of IV Therapy as precaution for Presence. She retained some placenta a bit long but is now doing great thanks to the vigilance of Megan McCracken @ Rainland Farms Equine Clinic. We are so happy Merlin is rambunctious, friendly, bold, fearless, and healthy! Oh…and yes, he is gorgeous. Stay tuned for the adventures of the first ALL Parelli born baby and what “magical” feats this equine has in store for us. He is truly becoming Merlin the Gray!




IMG_1090IMG_3323Well, time is flying…our cute little Merlin is growing faster than a weed!  Here he is over the past month. Halter training and other important tasks…like staying close to mom going in and out of the stable…for example…From his first days out to a month later annoying his mother!



IMG_032120140501_151221Halter training is so fun when you have Lee Palmer teaching! I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful trainer helping Merlin develop into a nice young gentle horse…he is a bit big for his britches!


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My Lily, My Friend

By Robyn Smith






I liked you the moment you came to my herd

I knew right away you were quite a rare bird.

You jumped in the air with the greatest of ease

Scared all those around you and did as you pleased


I wanted to know you, your quirks and the rest

And very soon learned – you were the best

Your patience with people was second to none

Despite the fact you weighed almost a ton


You took care with the kids and silly beginners

Never complaining and helping riders become winners

With all that you knew, you gave us a chance

To learn the incredible, gifted horse dance


The protector you were – no one could deny

For Lady and Safire to the rescue you’d fly

Lily-Saurus we named you for all your great size

But you were gentle and kind to everyone’s surprise


Over the years your expertise grew

Dealing with humans and helping them through

Never complaining-despite how you felt

You were stoic, brave and clearly just dealt


Through pain and discomfort you taught us a lot

Your expressions at times just couldn’t be bought

Your graciousness showed through extreme self-control

The kindness you showed came right from your soul.


At the end of your life as I looked in your eyes

I knew it was time to send you into the skies

Clearly and peacefully- your voice said in me

Thank you for caring and setting me free…


My Lily, My Friend

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