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 . . . 

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March 10, 2018


Poetry/Verse/My Palomino
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1002-790-01
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Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge
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