He could have been your first pony,
A great stallion with many foals.
Thoroughbred admired by all,
or a horse who could run barrels like no other.
But the time came for him to leave you.
Maybe illness stole him away,
Or age decided it was time.
But don’t worry for your best friend
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-Revised
