Run

Eyes sparkle, mischief dances
Little head tosses, let’s run
Soft nose softly blows
My face, let’s race

Tiny hooves flash and dance
Maine and tale flow
Legs working, Run

Old man stumbles,
Soft nose tiredly blows
My face, the race is run.
Tiny horse, I can’t run.

18 years we’ve run and play
Side by side, best of friends
Now has come time to say
Good Bye, Run wild, run free

One day we shall once
Again, Run.
Be at peace till that time,
Find the others that went
Before and Run.

In memory of my sweet little horse, Chestnutt.

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