The Neighbors Horse
An old man went
Out deer hunting
And shot a horse
When the neighbor
Realized that his
Horse was dead
He went to the man
And asked him
Why he shot his horse
The old man fell into his yard chair
And stared ahead
“I shot your horse John”
“You shot my horse
Frank and now he’s laying over there
In a pile of cow dung!”
He took off his glasses
and rubbed his eyes
and began to weep
The neighbor shook his head
And walked to his dead horse
He took off his cap and began to weep
Soon the old man came over
And saw that he was weeping
They looked at the horse and wept together
He wasn’t just a horse
He was my friend
He was my family
After a while frank
Came back with a shovel
And looked at his neighbor
He began to dig
But soon fell over.
And laid in the dirt
He left Frank where fell
next to the dead horse
And returned with a tractor
When it was all over
He hoisted the horse into the hole
And covered him up.
He shut off the tractor
And came to look
At his buried horse
They stood in silence
And stared at the earth
And Soon they wept
Frank looked
At his neighbor
And sobbed
He told him
to go home and frank
Slowly walked away
John picked up his shovel
and shouted his name
and held it out for him
He walked back
And took the shovel
“I’m sorry about your horse John”
John watched him walk away
And looked at the cows in the field
after while he started the tractor and drove away
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