[SydneyandStorm]

Username: apart
Barn: Sionnach Stables
Show name: Finscéal de mo Tír, meaning 'Legend of my Country'
Call name: Finscéal
Gender: Stallion
Age: 24 years
Height: 16 hands
Breed: Irish Draught
Discipline: Cross-country

Head: 12
Neck: 8
Shoulders: 8
Forelegs: 13
Chest: 8
Barrel: 9
Hindquarters: 11
Hind legs: 14
Feet: 8
Action: 10
Coat: 13

Intelligence: 3
Willingness: 8
Trainability: 5
Natural talent: 9
Training: +23

Attitude: Honest

Shows entered:
Shows won:
Grade:

Stud fee: None yet

Ee aa crcr zz Ff dd chch Gg tt oo sbsb splspl rr lplp ww

[landofmakebelieve]

Username: piaffes in the snow
Barn: BH English Facility
Show name: BH Luck Of The Irish
Call name: Lucky (I'm so original >.< )
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3 Years
Height: 17.3hh
Breed: Irish Draught
Discipline: Driving
Stud fee: 3000c
Poem:



The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

[Cooluser1615]

▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

I really cannot find words to describe his beauty. SydneyandStorm, he looks magnificent!

Username: HeroHorse
Barn: Sionnach Stables
Show name: Finscéal de mo Tír, meaning 'Legend of my Country'
Call name: Finscéal
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3 years old
Height: 16.0 hands high
Breed: Irish Draught
Discipline: Cross-country
Stud fee: None yet

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Here's a little poem, written by HeroHorse @ Chickensmoothie.com (that's me). It's based off Irish myth and legend.

Na Finscéalta (The Legends)

Over the wild Atlantic waves,
Beyond the cliffs bashed rough by spray.
Across the peaks of the Seven Pins
And on to Dublin Bay.
An army travels near and far
On the night of this hallowed day.

When all the streets in Ireland
Have drifted into sleep,
Heroes and villains, of bygone times,
Have promises to keep.
The paths of the day's gallant parades
Are trod by long-dead feet.

Cú Chulainn, once Sétanta,
Leads Ulster's men of brains and brawn.
By Liath Macha and Dub Sainglend
His chariot is drawn.
Beside him, friendlier in death,
There pads the hound of Culainn.

The Fianna travel on horseback,
They follow Fionn Mac Cumhaill.
While the warriors go riding by,
There is one who walks alone.
It's Oisín, fallen from his horse,
Long grown tired and old.

Queen Maeve now leads her army
As deadly as a sharpened sword.
They travelled last to seize a bull,
Yet lost many men in Ulster's fords.
Until they stole the brown-coated bull
And strengthened the discord.

Such figures of legend and magic and myth
Go by on foot and horse.
The virtuous, the immoral
And the in-between, of course.
Across the hills, across the dales
Roams Ireland's greatest force.

The beasts and folk of days gone by,
Of legends, through and through.
They cast a wicked or gentle eye
On their much-changed Irish route.
Ireland's magic lies hidden
'Neath the gadgets we surrendered to.

The army reach the eastern coast,
Yet they still go marching on.
Back into the Irish sea
As the eighteenth of March dawns.
With nothing to say that they ever marched
But a myth or a tale or a song.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀

[SydneyandStorm]

Thank you so very kindly, HeroHorse! <3 I'm glad you like him! ^^

[AaYvLaA]

Username: AaYvLaA
Barn: Four Winds Equestrian Center
Show name: Pure As The Driven Snow
Call name: Snowy, Snow
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 years
Height: 16h
Breed: Irish Draught
Discipline:tbd
Stud fee: 2000c
Poem: This is not my poem, I got it from here.

The Shamrock
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.

[waldeinsamkeit.]

username: waldeinsamket.
barn: royal allegretto equine
xxx☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀
show name: RAE a warg's howl
call name: wolfy
gender: Stallion
age: 5
height: 16 hh
breed: Irish Draught
discipline: hunter [perf stats]
stud fee: 4,500c

when Irish eyes are smiling,


tis like a morn in spring.


with a lilt of Irish laughter


you can hear the angels sing


when Irish hearts are happy


all the world is bright and gay


when Irish eyes are smiling


they steal your heart away.

[leblade72]

:Username:
Leblade72
:Barn:
Poised Adder Stables
:Show name:
PAS Amhrán na bhFiann
(Aw-rawn na Veen)
This is the national anthem of Ireland. It is written in Irish Gaelic and I believe it is a very
fitting name for a horse that is so inspired by the great country o' Ireland.
:Call name:
Patrick
Named after the saint of course
:Gender:
Stallion
:Age:
4 Years old
:Height:
16.1 hh
:Breed:
Irish Draught
:Discipline:
Show Jumping
:Stud fee:
N/A
First we must focus on training
:Poem:
Irish Blessings
(Author anonymous)

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
Now sweetly lies old Ireland
Emerald green beyond the foam,
Awakening sweet memories,
Calling the heart back home.

Ireland, it's the one place on earth
That heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth,
And meadow and mist.

Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

May your heart be warm and happy
With the lilt of Irish laughter
Every day in every way
And forever and ever after.

May the luck of the Irish possess you.
May the devil fly off with your worries.
May God bless you forever and ever.

Bless your little Irish heart-
and every other Irish part.

Ireland is where strange tales begin
and happy endings are possible.

An Irish method for tackling problems;
There comes a time when you must take the bull
By the tail and face the situation squarely.

Here's to good Irish friends
Never above you
Never below you
Always beside you.

[SydneyandStorm]

Just giving you all a heads-up to the fact that I'll be judging this in half an hour ^^

[SydneyandStorm]

▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

I really cannot find words to describe his beauty. SydneyandStorm, he looks magnificent!

Username: HeroHorse
Barn: Sionnach Stables
Show name: Finscéal de mo Tír, meaning 'Legend of my Country'
Call name: Finscéal
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3 years old
Height: 16.0 hands high
Breed: Irish Draught
Discipline: Cross-country
Stud fee: None yet

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Here's a little poem, written by HeroHorse @ Chickensmoothie.com (that's me). It's based off Irish myth and legend.

Na Finscéalta (The Legends)

Over the wild Atlantic waves,
Beyond the cliffs bashed rough by spray.
Across the peaks of the Seven Pins
And on to Dublin Bay.
An army travels near and far
On the night of this hallowed day.

When all the streets in Ireland
Have drifted into sleep,
Heroes and villains, of bygone times,
Have promises to keep.
The paths of the day's gallant parades
Are trod by long-dead feet.

Cú Chulainn, once Sétanta,
Leads Ulster's men of brains and brawn.
By Liath Macha and Dub Sainglend
His chariot is drawn.
Beside him, friendlier in death,
There pads the hound of Culainn.

The Fianna travel on horseback,
They follow Fionn Mac Cumhaill.
While the warriors go riding by,
There is one who walks alone.
It's Oisín, fallen from his horse,
Long grown tired and old.

Queen Maeve now leads her army
As deadly as a sharpened sword.
They travelled last to seize a bull,
Yet lost many men in Ulster's fords.
Until they stole the brown-coated bull
And strengthened the discord.

Such figures of legend and magic and myth
Go by on foot and horse.
The virtuous, the immoral
And the in-between, of course.
Across the hills, across the dales
Roams Ireland's greatest force.

The beasts and folk of days gone by,
Of legends, through and through.
They cast a wicked or gentle eye
On their much-changed Irish route.
Ireland's magic lies hidden
'Neath the gadgets we surrendered to.

The army reach the eastern coast,
Yet they still go marching on.
Back into the Irish sea
As the eighteenth of March dawns.
With nothing to say that they ever marched
But a myth or a tale or a song.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀

Congrats, HeroHorse! All these poems were so very lovely, but that you had written yours yourself was astounding, and the lines
"Such figures of legend and magic and myth
Go by on foot and horse.
The virtuous, the immoral
And the in-between, of course."
Just stuck with me the whole time -- I absolutely loved it <3 So congratulations, and to the others as well! It's clear that everyone put a lot of thought into this and I so appreciate that c:

[Cooluser1615]

Congrats, HeroHorse! All these poems were so very lovely, but that you had written yours yourself was astounding, and the lines
"Such figures of legend and magic and myth
Go by on foot and horse.
The virtuous, the immoral
And the in-between, of course."
Just stuck with me the whole time -- I absolutely loved it <3 So congratulations, and to the others as well! It's clear that everyone put a lot of thought into this and I so appreciate that c:

Oh my goodness! Thank you so much, he is one amazing horse and I am really touched by your appreciation of my poetry. I really enjoyed reading the other entries as well, they were all beautiful poems.