Wait for me by the gate
my friend
I will soon be there.
The wind will blow
your long black mane
and scatter my stringy auburn hair;
Watch me walk down the lane.
I will call you when I am near:
The sound of your neigh
all those years my heart
held so dear.
Stand quiet while I bury my face
the tears I no longer hide:
And we will cross
Heaven’s Gate together
for our final never ending ride.
HORSES ARE A GIFT FROM GOD….
ARABIAN PROVERB
Sherry
| Ramey |
| 25, Feb 2001 |
| Sherry |