Lucky White Star

I miss watching my Luck man run, Sweat glistening in the morning sun; The smell of leather in the frigid air, Tossing his head without a care; The soft sounds of the stable yard, The only place I let down my guard; Telling secrets to my horse, Just letting nature take it’s course; The confidence he gave to me, My Lucky boy, my trusty steed; He leant me courage I never had, He was always there, through good or bad; My shoulder to lean on, by best friend, He was there for me up to the end.