Somewhere in times own space,
There must be some sweet pasture place,
Where creeks sing on and tall oaks grow.
Some paradise that horses go
And, with the love that moves my pen
I know great horses live again.
For all the times you carried me thru the tall grass and the shadow that was cast upon it. With the wind in my hair and your mane in my face, like the shadow on the grass you could not see where you began and I ended. We were one.
I love and miss you big guy!
| Shell Willson |