Hoofbeats In Heaven
In Praise Of The Horse

Tribute To The Human/Equine Bond

Good Bye My Friend
Written & Contributed By
Gail Croft

Bred to cut, born to win.

Quietly you’d move through the herd

To find just the right cow to test your nerve.

Show after show, the years passed by

Until you retired to pastures where the grass grew high.

You grazed the days away

No longer needing your daily oats and hay.

It was then I rode just for the sheer pleasure

Thanking God for blessing me with such a treasure.

Then along came Maggie, our precious granddaughter

Riding you bare back with just a halter.

“Barney’s my horse”, she would say

As she stood up on tip toes, kissing your nose and feeding you hay.

Leading you everywhere she went

You would graze while she picked flowers along the fence.

Then came the day I always knew would come

When out of love for you, I knew what must be done.

That last day, looking at me, you nickered soft and low

Letting me know it was time to let you go.

Your work is done, you’re free to roam

God’s heavenly pastures are now your home.

Good bye my Barney, Good bye my friend.

Mr. San Dandy
January 31, 2012

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