Bear’s registered name is Shakespeare.
I like the name. But I didn’t name him.
His breeder in Germany did.
Bear’s sire, Shakespeare in Love, is registered as a stallion in the Hannoveraner Verband. If you’re interested, scroll down the stallion directory to find Shakespeare in Love. Click on the license number and it will link you to a photo of Bear’s daddy as well as his pedigree.
Shakespeare’s lineage is known as the “S” line. Hanoverians are registered with a name that begins with the same first letter of the sire’s name. This way they can be easily traced by name to a particular lineage. Note his paternal male bloodline features names beginning with “S.”
Why he was given the name Shakespeare, particularly, will likely always remain a mystery to me but, frankly, it doesn’t really matter. Maybe on some grand meta-physical scale he was always destined to be my equine soulmate and the Universe conferred upon him a name that would prove inspirational to me.
Or, perhaps, the breeder just thought him a chip off the old block … 😉
(He sure is handsome like his daddy.)
Being a writer, the coincidence, if there is such a thing, that the horse I’d been waiting for all my life had been named for one of the greatest writers of all time was not lost on me.
Not long after Shakespeare arrived home my creative juices began to flow and I started imagining life on the farm through the eyes of my horse. Naturally enough, his meanderings of thought came by way of poetry. In time the poems began to formulate as sonnets.
“Poet’s Paddock,” a blog currently under renovation, was born of this process. So far there are about 20 sonnets in the collection. The author? Shakespeare “The Equine.”
I’m considering compiling and publishing these sonnets as a book of poetry. Stay tuned.
In the meantime, and in light of my last post about summer saying goodbye, I thought it would be fun to share with you Shakespeare “The Equine’s own imaginative ruminations on the end of summer.
Straight from the horse’s mouth, as it were, from a poet out standing in his field. 😉
Summer Says Goodbye
By calendar the year hath passed away
And glowing fall its presence hath announced.
Yet cooler air hath yet to come our way
While warmer days my body hath renounced.
Forsooth, what shall I do with such a coat
Grown thick in time for winter’s hoary blast?
Too soon to clip, in sweat I stay afloat
And long for cooler days to come at last.
For while warm days doth often bring me bliss
And in sun’s light I bask and graze with glee,
This errant heat I’m happy to dismiss ~
Tis winter’s fashions now I sport, you see.
Thus Mother Nature’s hot flash soon must end,
Else surely I’ll be driven ’round the bend.
Isn’t he a clever horse? 😉
Nurture what you love …
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013