Think of me, now and then
take the time, remember when
I was the brightest light you saw
When you dreamed of me with awe
I was there first ,in your heart
then you grew up and we did part
On to bigger brighter ways
But oh how I miss those days
When you called me first
And I would run,
straight to you
my days of sun
As we learned and as we grew
and across those open fields we flew
The joys that we shared together
I thought they would last forever
You loved me first , And I you
what great things we did do
For now I will patiently wait,
Until I see you at the gate
and to you my soft ear will bend,
so think of me , now and then
Kind of a melancholy verse , but ,it is what it is. I am going to spend a little time working over the next while to pull out all of the "Honorable Mentions " that I had written and put them together on one page . I was able to save most of then I believe and I just need to take the time to cut and paste them . I also have another to write for Blue (not my horse but he lived with me his entire life so...)
But meanwhile , today I am thinking of those horse in my life who brought me to where I am . The first ones , the worst ones and all in between.
Stay safe everyone
12 comments:
Beautiful, FV.
Always look forward to more poetry from you, what a gift you have.
Have a great afternoon!
I love this poem, it reminds me of all the horses I dreamed about in my childhood, long before I ever owned a horse.
Wonderful words.......a tribute that many of us can relate to.
Your poems are wonderful. Have you ever thought of getting them published ? if you do let me know I'll be first in line at the book store. Have a great evening.
Really beautiful, could apply to anything that is loved.
I love it. Thank you.
Beautiful poem! It's good to remember...
awww, I know a straberry roan pony who fits that to a "T"
I love the last line of the post.
The first ones, the worst ones and all in between.
Boy does that ever cover it. They each have something to teach us.
Awesome! I love this poem
I've been missing out I see. Now that the cows are gone I'll be back to visit my people friends. :-) I hope there is one old Buzzard waiting at the gate for me. I miss telling him my troubles, hugging his neck, and crying into his mane and being so taken care of.
Lovely.....
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