Upon a Meadow

Upon the meadow where you were born, I make a vow to stay by your side, And though my heart in anguish is torn, Tear-filled eyes remember our last ride. You breathe hard as you lay in the grass. Your heart beats like the thunder of earth. In its own time, life will let you pass To look for the mare who gave you birth. Reins are hung on a hook in the byrne. Your stall is empty. It leaves me forlorn. I, the pupil, from your strength did learn The joy of life the day you were born. Your body once hot, now becomes cold. The sun fades as the clouds become thicker. Good-bye, my friend. Our rides made us bold. Just nicker once more, softly nicker ....softly nicker...