When I first saw you, standing there.
Obvious signs, of ware and tare.
Thin and muddy, hooves a mess.
Head hung low, signs of stress.
I brushed you, and fed you alot.
You had all my love, and that hit the spot.
I would spend, nearly every day with you.
Would brush or ride, when there was nothing to do.
Look at us now, so far apart.
Why did this happen? calling to you, is my heart.
I will find a way, you will be with me again.
Til' then i'll write and think of you,
I love you, my horse...my friend.
tara pickens
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/co-d-my-first-horse/
