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the skye is now shaded blue
THROUGH THE KINDNESS OF THE STRANGER'S, AND THE LOVE AND PATIENCE OF KIN, THE NIGHT VANISHED AS THE DAY SWEPT IN, THE CLOUDS ARE NOW BLUE, AND THE FLIGHT FLOWS THROUGH AND THE AIR RUSHES IN, THE CHILDS MIND IS AWOKEN TO THE NEW AND THE WIND. THE HOPE IS CARRIED IN THE WINGS. THE BLAME NOT FORGOTTEN, AND THE MEMORY UNCLEAR, BUT SHE HAS ARISEN AND ONLY TO MEND. THE STEPS NOW TAKEN FORWARD, AND THE AID IS NOW GONE, THE PRAYER'S FOR THE FUTURE CAN NOW RIDE ON. TIME HAS NOT WEAKENED AND THE SPIRIT HAS LIVED ON, MY SWEET LITTLE SKYE HAS BROUGHT THE 'S TO OUR EYES, IT ONCE AGAIN BLOOMS AS SHE TAKES THOSE FIRST STEP'S ON HER OWN TWO FEET, AND THEN ON TOP OF THE BACK OF THE MOUNT SHE SO NEEDS, FOR THE LOVE AND THE COURAGE NOT GONE, AND THE WILL LINGERS ON, FOR SHE HAS RIDDEN AGAIN AND THE FEAR OVERCOME.. CADELLA, THE PONY CARRIES HER DREAMS TO THE END, AND WITH THE CLOUDS SHE WILL RIDE ALONG OUR SIDES. FOR THE POWER WITHIN SHINES WITH THE SWEETEST OF GRINS . AND TIME WILL HEAL, AND THE MEMORIES WILL DIM. FOR SHE IS A SURVIVOR, AND A TOUGH ONE AT THAT. HER NAME SAY'S IT ALL, THE SKYE RETURNED AND BROUGHT US BACK, THE CLOUDS OPENED THE HEAVENS AND LET OUT THE RAIN. THE TEARS WILL SOMETIMES FLOW, BUT TO HELP THE BRIGHTNESS BLOOM.

EPT IN, THE CLOUDS ARE NOW BLUE, AND THE FLIGHT FLOWS THROUGH AND THE AIR RUSHES IN, THE CHILDS MIND IS AWOKEN TO THE NEW AND THE WIND. THE HOPE IS CARRIED IN THE WINGS. THE BLAME NOT FORGOTTEN, AND THE MEMORY UNCLEAR, BUT SHE HAS ARISEN AND ONLY TO MEND. THE STEPS NOW TAKEN FORWARD, AND THE AID IS NOW GONE, THE PRAYER'S FOR THE FUTURE CAN NOW RIDE ON. TIME HAS NOT WEAKENED AND THE SPIRIT HAS LIVED ON, MY SWEET LITTLE SKYE HAS BROUGHT THE 'S TO OUR EYES, IT ONCE AGAIN BLOOMS AS SHE TAKES THOSE FIRST STEP'S ON HER OWN TWO FEET, AND THEN ON TOP OF THE BACK OF THE MOUNT SHE SO NEEDS, FOR THE LOVE AND THE COURAGE NOT GONE, AND THE WILL LINGERS ON, FOR SHE HAS RIDDEN AGAIN AND THE FEAR OVERCOME.. CADELLA, THE PONY CARRIES HER DREAMS TO THE END, AND WITH THE CLOUDS SHE WILL RIDE ALONG OUR SIDES. FOR THE POWER WITHIN SHINES WITH THE SWEETEST OF GRINS . AND TIME WILL HEAL, AND THE MEMORIES WILL DIM. FOR SHE IS A SURVIVOR, AND A TOUGH ONE AT THAT. HER NAME SAY'S IT ALL, THE SKYE RETURNED AND BROUGHT US BACK, THE CLOUDS OPENED THE HEAVENS AND LET OUT THE RAIN. THE TEARS WILL SOMETIMES FLOW, BUT TO HELP THE BRIGHTNESS BLOOM.

Michelle Diegan

Riding on the horses
MY ANGEL SKYE...

The tears flowed for the hours, till dawn, no soft words, no re-assurance, no cuddle or kiss on the forehead would send those tears to sleep. The wanting to fly again was overwhelming, the Childs heart now torn, the not being able to remember, left only fear.

The bond still strong, the love still growing, the passion my 11 yr old has for her Cadella, a little 12.3hh liver chesnut pony, one that could jump to the moon for her rider, legs that would only leave the hooves to be seen. The pony in the paddock and the child in a bed, gazing out the window and watching and breaking and hurting, maybe more than the fall she had 5 wks ago.

Crippling her foot, damaging her eye, fracturing her mind inside and out. She didn t have to ride that day, not that horse, but her little sister wanted to ride too so Cadella was the only one I would allow my nine yr old to ride out on, so I forced my Skye to ride Rosie the big bay Arab, knowing that her feet were unsteady, for she hadn t been shod yet as the farrier never showed up.

Fate it was not, fairness never, this spirit of my Skye needed taming but not destroying. To see a singer sing a song that he truly sings from within, to see a dog run through a meadow, a child play on a slide, or an Olympian win a gold medal, that is what I seen in my Skye on her Cadella. To watch her cry in a fear of the unknown, and cry for a want that the fear may overcome the want, yeah the spirit I ve tamed but the joy is now sadness, and the smile is gone. The knowing that the desire, passion, will and determination and lack of fear and the will to try what others might never is being destroyed by a simple fall, one that did not have to be.

One she can t even remember, and the point???

Well you tell me????

I have dedicated the Daryl Braiwait song 'RIDING WILD HORSES' to my Skye, for she will ride those wild horses again and I will forever be there to catch her when she falls.

Michelle Diegan