Am a Wise Old Sage
Traveler in basement they did store;
We will not see him around anymore;
Heard that his life had safely ended,
Which is what supports all intended.
Horses still will travel high in the sky;
Each day when we see them pass by;
Many memories are in the making;
Friends forever and never forsaking.
God has mace many things a mystery;
Each one has gone down in history;
Some have said I am a wise old sage;
See my poetry and read page to page.
Robert E. Lee's horse Traveler is in
Basement of a VMI building
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2020
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