My Palomino

Years and years ago Grandpa gave me a horse, a beautiful Palomino that I named Patch; oh, she was so gentle, lovely and smart, everything was perfect until . . . The farm was sold and I had to consider, the best future of my precious pet; I searched and searched for a place for her, and found an outside building . . . It was an open air dwelling on a farm, for many horses and not too expensive; my intentions were to find someplace better, but Patch did go there to stay . . . At first it was fine but soon I hated it, I wanted Patch in a nice warm stall; not in this open air barn of sorts, each month the need was greater . . . I remember those days of so long ago, and it was with love I made a decision; to find my girl a perfect forever home, so I sold my beloved pet . . . A lady bought her for a companion, and invited me to her farm to visit; Patch had a warm stall and a new friend, and I could come to see her . . . ________________________________________ March 10, 2018 Poetry/Verse/My Palomino Copyright Protected, ID 18-1002-790-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge sponsor, Robert Haigh Ninth Place