Little Wee Horse Farm
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Oh Lisa - I'm so sorry. My heart breaks for you. This little poem is for you. I wrote it when I read your sad post. The words can go both ways: It could be you saying it to Diablo, or, perhaps he's saying it to you.
Both Ways
I rode with you o'er field & stream,
You to me, were my perfect dream.
Go down the hill & back again,
So far, so near, but always been.
I'll miss you so, what a mighty sight,
And now you've become a dream at night.
But know we'll meet again, my friend.
For, I love you, beyond this hurtful end.
Next time, we'll ride, and even fly.
When to me you've come on high.
My sympathies, dear friend. Perhaps you'll see him again. - k
Both Ways
I rode with you o'er field & stream,
You to me, were my perfect dream.
Go down the hill & back again,
So far, so near, but always been.
I'll miss you so, what a mighty sight,
And now you've become a dream at night.
But know we'll meet again, my friend.
For, I love you, beyond this hurtful end.
Next time, we'll ride, and even fly.
When to me you've come on high.
My sympathies, dear friend. Perhaps you'll see him again. - k
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