In Horse Heaven
He Might have been famous,
or a childs first pony.
Maybe a great dressage horse,
or the sire of many foals.
Whoever he is, this is his time.
Maybe disease stole him away,
or old age got the best of him.
Maybe even the meat man selfishly took his life.
But know that he will never feel pain again.
For his life now
is lived on meadows of lush green grass;
where rivers run clear.
Where the sun never sleeps
and apples are plenty.
Cry, my friend, because you miss him.
Not because he suffered,
For he is in a better place.
His soul will forever rest;
In Horse Heaven.
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Submission Name: In Horse Heaven
