Time Past
Time Past.
I thank those horse owners today,
that gave me a job and a place to stay.
A bed in a barn or a trailer was fine,
to be with horses that were not even mine.
I chose this life without regret,
to be with horses I shall not forget.
There is a bond between us all,
when horses are the ones that make the call.
Copyright © Peter Hurst | Year Posted 2023
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