Mays horsemanship

Mays horsemanship mixing horse sales with everyday motivation and advice. matching horses with people

04/01/2026

Lyra is amazing in every aspect.

Get to know the man on the horse and behind the poems!He walks the line where hoofbeats stomp,between dust and deal, bet...
03/22/2026

Get to know the man on the horse and behind the poems!

He walks the line where hoofbeats stomp,
between dust and deal, between fire and fate—
a man who reads more than conformation,
he reads the soul behind the gait.
Eyes sharp as a hawk in morning light,
he sees past shine, past braided mane,
to the flicker of heart beneath the hide,
to the spark that cannot be trained.
Coins may pass from hand to hand,
but that’s never where his hunger lies—
it’s in the moment a wild one softens,
and trust first dares to meet his eyes.
He speaks in quiet, steady tones,
a language leather and patience knows,
where deals are sealed not just with words—
but in how a horse will choose to go.
Some call it trade, some call it luck,
but they’ve never stood where he has stood—
where instinct, grit, and something older
whispers what’s true… and what is good.
A dealer, yes—but more than that,
a keeper of stories untold and deep—
for every horse he’s ever handled
has left a mark he’ll always keep.

Moon-braided wanderer of feather and flame,You carry old roads no map could name.Silk in your mane, like night pulled lo...
03/20/2026

Moon-braided wanderer of feather and flame,
You carry old roads no map could name.
Silk in your mane, like night pulled low,
With stars caught deep in the tides you throw.
Your hooves speak softly, but the earth still hears,
An echo of caravans, of forgotten years.
Wind-kissed spirit, wild yet kind,
With ancient knowing behind your mind.
Feathers drift like whispers in motion,
Each step a rhythm, a rolling ocean.
Painted in shadow, splashed in light,
A living dream beneath the night.
You were not made for fences or walls,
But still you stay when the quiet calls.
For in your gaze, both fierce and true,
Lives a bond only a few ever knew.

Poem form a much nicer day outside Cold water moving slow beneath steady hooves,sunlight dancing like scattered silver o...
03/16/2026

Poem form a much nicer day outside

Cold water moving slow beneath steady hooves,
sunlight dancing like scattered silver on the creek.
The woods stand quiet, watching—
as horse and rider pass like an old story remembered.
No rush. No noise. Just trust in the reins
and the quiet strength beneath the saddle.
A good horse doesn’t ask where the trail goes—
he simply carries you through it.
Through water, through timber, through time—
two souls traveling the same narrow path,
where the world gets still enough
to hear the rhythm of a horse’s heart. 🐎✨

Hope everyone and there animals stay safe today!!

Soft hands on the reins, light as the breeze,A quiet conversation beneath the trees.No pulling, no fighting, no battle t...
03/15/2026

Soft hands on the reins, light as the breeze,
A quiet conversation beneath the trees.
No pulling, no fighting, no battle to win—
Just feel through the fingers and trust from within.
The horse moves freely, proud and strong,
Because nothing in the rider’s hand feels wrong.
Each step is given, never forced,
A silent language, calm and coarse.
A shift of weight, a breath, a feel,
More honest than iron, more true than steel.
For the best rides ever known to man
Were guided by heart… and a gentle hand. 🐎

If you made it this far and are in the market feel free to stop by my page, I may just have a new partner for you.
Located in mechanicsville maryland

03/14/2026

Gas prices got you going crazy?
Hay is a tad cheaper and I have a few horses that will gladly take you to work and back 😅👌

“Fire in the Reins”Not every horse is meant for quiet hands.Some are storm, not meadow.Some are thunder rolling through ...
03/11/2026

“Fire in the Reins”

Not every horse is meant for quiet hands.
Some are storm, not meadow.
Some are thunder rolling through bone and breath.
He tests the rope, the gate, the rider’s nerve—
eyes bright with questions,
heart built of wild country.
Many walk away from a horse like that.
But the right one steps closer.
Because beneath the fire,
beneath the fight and flying hooves,
there’s a spirit that refuses to break—
only waiting for someone strong enough
to understand it.
And the day that horse finally yields his trust…
you won’t be riding a problem.
You’ll be riding lightning. ⚡🐎

Located in mechanicsville maryland
NOT FOR KIDS best to be a cowboy
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Anyone looking to add to there program? Want a husband, grandma, kid safe? Look not further than Ina and Lori, both regi...
03/07/2026

Anyone looking to add to there program?
Want a husband, grandma, kid safe?
Look not further than Ina and Lori, both registered, both 15yo, and both are absolute dreams to be around.

More pictures and videos upon request of both.
💰65xx
Located in mechanicsville maryland

Through quiet woods and fallen leaves,Where the hillside bends and breath still weaves,A steady heart and copper hideCar...
03/05/2026

Through quiet woods and fallen leaves,
Where the hillside bends and breath still weaves,
A steady heart and copper hide
Carry a cowboy through the wild.
Over the timber, calm and sure,
No doubt, no fear—just something pure.
A listening ear, a willing stride,
With mountain courage burning inside.
No crowd to cheer, no silver prize,
Just honest work beneath gray skies.
Yet in that leap through forest deep,
Lives the kind of promise good horses keep.

Keep me in mind for your next horse!!

03/04/2026

15yo registered mare ready to ride!

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29454 Chaptico Hill Ln
Mechanicsville, MD

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+12404348793

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