The Old Mare
She stood for 40 years in my pasture,
A big rangy sorrel with white socks and a blaze.
She had a head like a hammer and was smart as
Any horse I ever knew. Hancock bred, cattle smart.
She could spin on a dime in her younger years.
She was my dad’s horse.
Sweet tempered and gentle, unless a cow was around.
The perfect babysitter, and a trusted friend,
I wonder how much money
he won on you old Girl?
We laid you to rest, in a corner of the pasture,
A cornerstone as your headstone.
As they covered you over I cried a few tears,
Before I could let you go.
I know that dad’s waiting’ old girl.
He’s standing’ at the gate right now.
Soon you will be riding under
God’s own Brand.
Suzanna Roberson 2002
With love,
| Big Sis {Easter Hancock} |
| 14, Sep 2001 |
| Suzanna |