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This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s seen some better days,
she’s eating up my profits,
and costs a lot for hay.
Another horse would suit me,
a stronger one at that,
shes seen a lot of miles
just like my cowboy hat.
This old horse, the Rancher said,
she helped me herd my steer,
I’m pretty sure shes magic,
I know I hold her dear.
Another horse would suit me,
one that can run fast,
maybe one that’s younger,
or maybe one that lasts.
This old horse, the Rancher said,
she’s long and far in tooth,
my children do remember,
her fondly from their youth.
Another horse would suit me,
a gelding in his prime,
one that needs less fixin’,
that helps me save a dime.
Why, they asked, then keep her?
why not trade her now?
bring her to an auction?
replace her with a cow?
The Rancher's brow grew heavy,
he took a staggered step,
his eyes did show his hardships,
in wrinkles, as they crept.
His breath, he took in deeply,
as he poised to say his words,
it’s as if the earth grew silent,
that his message should be heard.
This old horse, the Rancher said,
has given me her life,
I wouldn’t trade for anything,
nor either, would my wife.
Another horse would suit me,
and perhaps someday will come,
but this old gal, I love her,
she is the chosen one.
This old horse, the Rancher said,
her service she did lend,
her and I, have seen the years,
this old horse, she is my friend.
Another horse would suit me well,
but her home is here to keep,
I owe her sanctuary,
my love for her is deep.
Another horse would suit me well,
and younger days for me,
and I will keep my promise,
until our last breaths, set us free."
Poem by Jess Vee of Voices4Horses
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