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