My Fondest Memory

I am known as a quarter horse my friend I'm twelve years old and I stand sixteen hands I have memories of life without end Roaming this wild land of mesquite and sand Sometimes when I graze my heart gets a lift - My fondest memory's always there It was my first Christmas and I was the gift To a young cowboy with curly red hair Humans can't know the emotions that shift From fear to relief and to joy then love When it's your first Christmas and you are the gift To a young boy sent from heaven above When he first saw me his eyes opened wide Tears ran down his cheeks when I nudged his arm And he hugged my neck and patted my side And knew without fear I'd do him no harm We grew together that young boy and me I made a ropin' horse smoother than grease And he a star roping champion to be It was all fun and a joy without cease. Then he got married, had boys of his own And I stayed here to watch time and sands drift I grow older but I don't feel alone I'll never forget when I was the gift 12/09/2016