My Horse

I ride my horse, I ride it fast, I’ve never known it to complain,

it doesn’t speak, it doesn’t weep, it takes me through the pouring rain.

I give it oats, I brush its coat, I keep it warm in Winter’s days.

close to my home, close to my kids, close to my heart it always stays.

I found a mare, I’ve oats to spare, it now has found its company.

if she is cold, and shies away, it knows its friend is always me.

a year has passed, a colt was born, I watch them all run in the field,

and as I work, as I grow old, my love for them can’t be concealed.

no pulling carts, no pulling plows, nothing but grazing in the grass,

my kids will love each generation, and care for each one when I pass.