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
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