Sable
Mustang horses, champagne glasses,
everything frail, everything wild,
free as a spirit embracing the wind
she is galloping high now, eternity's child.
Acres of pasture are stretching before her,
heaven has summoned her shimmering soul,
in His arms taken, she's happy at last
as she's welcomed to Glory, her ultimate goal.
© bickerstaffe - all rights reserved
Author Notes
...for Sable, much beloved member of thepoetstree,
who lived for her horses, and left us way too soon.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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