The Last Post

When the tumbling weeds stop tumbling and the snow ends in the spring

he will ride again in memory when you hear the robins sing

when the clouds billow painted images you’ll see his head held high

then he’ll gallop across the heavens in a herd you'll see him fly

you may shed another tear or two for all the times you shared I know

but that old fence post tells a  story of the way things used to be a time ago

your heart retains his unbroken spirit that was only shared with you

and you know memories are forever stored to comfort and console it’s true