got thinking about horses and cowgirls, and one in particular who joined us all in blogging for a time. I miss my friend. But I believe this to be true so we will meet again.
When they have died
When they are gone
Fear not friends
The cowgirls live on
In the crackle of lightning
And the rumble of thunder
Those left behind
Will listen and wonder
If the cowgirls of past
Are racing their horses
Or climbing the mountains
to meadows of green
Riding new trails yet to be seen
Forever they are
And stories they’ll share
The cowgirls and horses
Beyond the great somewhere
2 comments:
Beautiful thoughtful poem!
I think of her and pray for her soul often.
Love the poem.
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