Burning Flame

Across the grassy field of luscious green,
standing so proudly upon a shadowy knoll,
the great white mare, muscular and lean,
life has been good, but time takes it’s toll.

Days have come and gone, the end is near,
for thirty years she danced across our field,
we feel privileged to have her as our friend,
always there and her love she forever yield.

Each day, we never know if she’ll be down,
riddled with arthritis always fighting the pain,
sometimes we find her laying upon the ground,
with a strong will to live she shakes her mane.

We comfort her and try to tend to her needs,
as she catches her breath and takes a little rest,
then suddenly she struggles and takes the lead,
leaping to her feet, she puts her stamina to test.

Standing firm she’s ready to face another day,
immediately she shakes and walks out the pain
such a magnificent creature our lovely Misty Mae,
for she knows how precious is life’s burning flame.


Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2005, All Audiences