There's a Horse In Our Garage

Of all the horses I have known, And I have known a few, It's of Rebel, my daughter's first loved horse That I'll be telling you. Her girl friends on the nearby farms Had horses theirs to ride. That she could not have a horse too, She just could not abide. We lived in a little pioneer town. Our home had a tiny yard. To fulfill my small girl's wishes Would truly be too hard. One day I found her crying and It broke my mother heart. I told her we'd look for a horse. At least we'd make a start. Well, that was all I need to say. There was no reneging now. We'd have to ask her daddy And I didn't quite know how. Her fresh tears won him over And he told her he would try To find the perfect horse for her if she would no more cry. We had an old unused garage. If was mostly filled with trash. She and her dad hauled to the dump, What they couldn't sell for cash. In June she went into the fields Picking strawberries to help pay For the horse for which she'd been looking And would be finding any day. At last there was one advertised At we thought, a decent price. She called her horse savvy uncle To ask for his advice. My brother checked the horse for her And said that it was sound. Exactly waht she wanted to hear, She plunked her money down. She cared for her horse the best she knew And before long had proven she Knew more about a horses's care Than either her dad or me. Rebel was quite a tall horse. She had to climb to get astraddle And sit up on his bare back. We could not afford a saddle. Rebel was the perfect horse For a loving ten year old. He was docile, slow and gentle. Only when loose did he get bold. There were times when he would get away, From where ever he'd been tied. He'd whip around and run again, Just when we reached his side. She and her friends had lots of fun In those happy carefree days. Swimming across the Swinomish Slough Is a memory that stays Our daughter got her money's worth From that big sturdy horse, Until his age began to show And Nature took it's course. Our town has become more lucrative It's residents a richer crowd. A horse stabled in garage these days Would never be allowed. My daughter raises horses now, With the purest of blood line But our Rebel of unknown heritage At her age of ten was fine. For Horse contest took 7th place