Madeline and Old Mead Her Steed
Madeline was attached to her horse as to no other.
Not her siblings, her father, her groom or her brother.
Her horse was tall, magnificent and seventeen hands high.
They together were formidable and intimidating, no lie.
They entered events as a unit of one, completely together.
Showed up at horse shows, no matter if inclement weather.
United in spirit so well, Madeline began to look like her horse.
Not seventeen hands high. That would have been silly of course.
Her siblings got married and moved away from the ranch.
They started a new family tree. Each with a new branch.
Madeline stayed around, taking care of her parents and steed.
Never marrying, but happy with her favorite boy, Old Mead.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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