Under the boughs
of a shady poplar,
On the edge of a sunny opening in the
trees.
Down a slope bout 50 yards
Fresh water creek runs freeTucked inside her pinewood
shelter.
Her bed and favorite toys.
She is sleeping peaceful,
Dreaming of her life’s joys.
She spent her final
hours,
Riding like she loved to do.
On the go with her mistress,
And her best buddy too.
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