Welcome to Mengers Foundation Quarter Horses.
We offer affordable stud services, an occationally take in rescues.
We look for great dispositions, conformation, trainability and color in our studs.
I had to share this cute poem:
A Hancock Compliment
... ya gotta see the humor in this!
He couId of said you're sweet as pie
Or that you're prettier than pasture posies.
He could have said your company was precious
Or twice as nice as anything.
But no...
None of that would say it, good enough to suit
And being shy, he struggled w/ emotions,
seeking proper relevance--and looking at his boots,
he found it, and spoke it
Before it slipped away, or took a fright and hid again.
The finest compliment that he could possibly imagine
He hoped she would realize that even so
It still wasn't quite as much
As he would like to say.
"You are a woman I'd be proud to ride beside," he said
"You remind me of a really fine Hancock horse
The kind that you can do anything astride
The kind that's full of try."
And she, shy too, swelled up w/ pride inside,
and couldn't speak
But knew exactly what he meant
as she went racing home to Mother
Comparing herself to the supple athleticism, the tenacity,
The incomparable intelligence of the
Finest cow horses this country's ever seen...
She couldn't believe it when her Mom kinda hurt her
Listening to her breathless recitation
Of his wonderful Hancock comparison
And laughed and laughed and laughed.
"That's great! Hancock horses... Perfect wives!"
Dear Mother laughed and cried,
"Hard headed buckers, tough to break,
Big in the hind end, and mostly ugly in the head!"
by cowgirl poet Sue Wallis
We offer affordable stud services, an occationally take in rescues.
We look for great dispositions, conformation, trainability and color in our studs.
I had to share this cute poem:
A Hancock Compliment
... ya gotta see the humor in this!
He couId of said you're sweet as pie
Or that you're prettier than pasture posies.
He could have said your company was precious
Or twice as nice as anything.
But no...
None of that would say it, good enough to suit
And being shy, he struggled w/ emotions,
seeking proper relevance--and looking at his boots,
he found it, and spoke it
Before it slipped away, or took a fright and hid again.
The finest compliment that he could possibly imagine
He hoped she would realize that even so
It still wasn't quite as much
As he would like to say.
"You are a woman I'd be proud to ride beside," he said
"You remind me of a really fine Hancock horse
The kind that you can do anything astride
The kind that's full of try."
And she, shy too, swelled up w/ pride inside,
and couldn't speak
But knew exactly what he meant
as she went racing home to Mother
Comparing herself to the supple athleticism, the tenacity,
The incomparable intelligence of the
Finest cow horses this country's ever seen...
She couldn't believe it when her Mom kinda hurt her
Listening to her breathless recitation
Of his wonderful Hancock comparison
And laughed and laughed and laughed.
"That's great! Hancock horses... Perfect wives!"
Dear Mother laughed and cried,
"Hard headed buckers, tough to break,
Big in the hind end, and mostly ugly in the head!"
by cowgirl poet Sue Wallis