Grace Marshall

 

Meet the Friesian horse, Jet

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, July 05, 2016

(Meet One Of The New Horses appearing in "Unexpected Allies and Recurring Warts," "Horse Haven" series book two! See an excerpt below!)


 

Ruth scrambled down to the entrance and closed the gate behind her, slipping in behind them.

Jet trotted up to Katie and followed as she led the way to the shed.

The gelding was bridled and saddled in no time and Katie offered the reins to Peter.

“Oh no,” Peter said as he took a step back. “I’d like Ruth to try him out if you don’t mind.”

Katie nodded slightly and turned to Ruth, reins held expectantly toward her on an open palm.

Ruth took the leather straps giddily and led the equine a few paces away from the others. She pet him gently and he lowered his neck with a soft snort, as if saying she was okay to mount. She did so deftly and settled into the saddle with a broad grin. She was in love.

She squeezed her legs tightly and the gelding immediately arched his neck once more and set off at a trot.

“I think you’re going to have more issues getting this one to stop then getting him to go,” her father observed.

Ruth sat back in the saddle and pulled gently on the reins. Jet let out a loud snort and shook his head but slowed his pace to a swift walk.

“I definitely wouldn’t put him at the back of the line unless you want him in the crack of the horse in front of him,” Katie agreed.

Ruth sniggered at the comment and then said, “Well if he wants to run why don’t we just let him run?”

 



 

Life

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, June 28, 2016

All the world
Calling to my soul
Incinerating my hopes
Devastating me

Reeling in a whirl
A completely empty void
In and out of consciousness
Not knowing lies from truth

~Grace Marshall
Poem "Acid Rain"



 

A Day

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, June 21, 2016

"Here yesterday, gone today
Here again, while away

Silent on my face
A lone tear finds its place

Loneliness I try to force
But that doesn't work of course"

~Grace Marshall
From my poem, "A Day"



 

Excerpt from "No Pizza Delivery?"

Grace Marshall - Wednesday, June 15, 2016

“Sweetheart, let me stop you right there. I’m looking for a place with a bit more land than twenty-five acres. I want a full ranch with hills, valleys, and woods. I want to have places for trail riding, large arenas, and barns full of horses,” he explained.

Ruth was confused. Wasn’t twenty-five acres a lot? “So, about how many acres are we talking for that?”

Peter pursed his lips pensively for a minute. “I’d say at least two hundred.”

Ruth did her best to hide her surprise but apparently she didn’t do a very good job because a half-smirk, half-smile emerged on Peter’s face.

“I’m not looking for a hobby farm, I’m looking for a full-fledged ranch.”

“I get that now.” She gave him a brief smile but her heart sunk. “Just knowing that, I think you’ve eliminated everything I found in this area. But have no fear, I will keep looking!”

“I’m positive you will,” he flashed a grin, “but promise you’ll give the house in Missouri a fair shake.”

‘A fair shake with bombs and dynamite?’ She let out a long, exaggerated sigh. “I suppose if I have to. When are you planning on going to look at it?”

“We will be going to look at it in two days.”

“That gives me a whole day to look for other houses in the area then.” She gave her father a somewhat vexed smile. “Never fear! I shall prevail!” ‘Maybe.’

~Grace Marshall
Excerpt from the first book in my "Horse Haven" series, No Pizza Delivery?

 



 

From Poem, "Say No More"

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, June 07, 2016

" When it comes to men
Oh, when it comes to men
The silly nonsense
I've thought in my head

Never take a man at all
Each man's arms are the same
Only one man will do
I've waited so long"

~Grace Marshall
From my poem "Say No More"

 



 

Don't Let Me Go

Grace Marshall - Thursday, May 12, 2016

 

"I can’t believe
That you’d sacrifice
I thought you’d leave
When your love
Was put to the test
You stayed
You are the best
You were willing
To give so much
For worthless me
My heart you did touch"

~Grace Marshall 
From poem, "Don't Let Me Go"

 



 

Can You Tell Me What's Real?

Grace Marshall - Wednesday, May 11, 2016

 

"I can’t get you out of my head
Despite all I’ve tried and said
What happened to us just being friends
Can’t we have that again

Sometimes you talk to me
And all I see is what we could be
You fill my dreams at night
And it feels wrong but still right

You mean so much to me
And that I know you see
Are you just using how much I care
To abuse me so, would you dare

If only dreams could come true
There would be a me and you
No, there would be an us
And I wouldn’t fight or fuss"

~Grace Marshall
From poem, "Can You Tell Me What's Real?"

 



 

Dizzy

Grace Marshall - Tuesday, May 10, 2016


"So you’ve decided
Finally what you want
You went up then down
Told me yes then no
And after so much pain
And so much hurt
Tears flowing so freely
Words there and words gone
You finally made up your mind
You’ve decided what you want
You found what’s in your heart
What is the truth
The depth behind those watery eyes
Your heart and head collided
And fought for the upper hand"

 

 



 

Damaged But Whole

Grace Marshall - Monday, May 09, 2016

 

"You can’t be
Just what I need
I try to be free
But your entrancing eyes
Water and drip
Those large manipulative tears
Your petitions and pleas
Roll lightly off your tongue
Slide smoothly through your lips
Like hot wax dripping off a candle
It glows as it glides
Looking deceitfully innocent
Before it lets go and dribbles
Scorching even the suspecting hand
I try so hard
I hate all this pain
But I’ve been welded to your side
By your slowly dripping tears
Your smoothly flowing words
And I care too much
To step away or turn my face"

 

 



 

Couldn't Keep You

Grace Marshall - Sunday, May 08, 2016

 

"Are you for or against me
Because I cannot tell
I cannot seem to see
If you do or don’t mean well

I did my best not to
Tried to stop it
Tried not to fall in love with you
Now in anxiety I weep and sit

Are we together or apart
Because this sinking tale
This tale is imprinted on my heart
But perhaps our love will fail"