Story of a Poor Old damn Horse

Story of A Poor Old Damn Horse

Lassoed by words
these last two years
have strained the rope
tying this old horse to life

There was the time
he jumped the fence to run the meadow
finding happiness and sadness
grateful to be free of the saddle

Staying close to the fence line
he nuzzles the little ones
pawing the earth near
to leave a mark for them

Running with others for a brief spell
hurt by hooves kicked back to him
leaving the horse blooded
learning to face days alone

Horse content to stand in the meadow
listening to crows and the wind in the trees
wishing to run when its warm and sheltered in winter
gaining knowledge from the cycle of seasons

Been out here too long
to allow a rider to ever sit on his back again
hoping to find a friend to run along side on sunny days
or throw a blanket over when it's the time the cold

Losing a step doesn't dampen the joy
in mane pulled back of a full gallop
gray in the snort means fewer days to run
more days to remember
–BK 9/2000

This was sent to me from a friend.
Wado, my Friend

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