When He Visits
He visits often
I can feel him take my hand
whether in the barn at daybreak
or when with my ponies I stand
I hear his laughter on the wind
and his voice fills my heart
though he walks this earth no more
in my memory we're never apart
on shadow pony he comes riding
each night to knock at my heart's door
in dream time we share the stories
old family secrets, the laughs & glories
and in the sunrise hour waking
I hear him whisper evermore
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