he bought a sorrel filly, full of life trainable, bendable to his will he paid a fortune for her they gave you to him, free just to get rid of you because you were old
because you were old, My Lady and not of much use to him he gave you to me, thankfully you were still beautiful, palomino American Standard Bred you were gaited and gentle
I loved you, My Lady, so much when life became too much for me you and I would ride away into places no one else rode when I rode you, Sweet Lady our bodies and souls melded into one
I treasured you and your company it's been decades and so often I still think of you, your gentle spirit I hoped to be with you to the end perhaps it was best I didn't see your fast approaching demise you were old and he gave you away
but if there truly is a heaven, and I believe there must be horses will freely roam its hills I will see you again, My Lady and we will ride across distant clouds far away from everyone but God
What a tribute! Every word is a gem.
To my way of thinking, every worthy poem has a beginning, body, and a powerhouse of an ending. Thanks for validating my thoughts.
WHAT A FINE ODE...TO A LADY. ENJOYED SO MUCH. AND LA BELLE...I HAVEN'T BEEN ON AD AS MUCH AS I USED TO BE, SO....I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG IT'S BEEN THERE BUT YOUR NEW BIO PHOTO IS...FANTASTIC! MY OH MY... WHAT LOVE AND THE SOUTH...CAN DO!!!(SMILE). THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE,BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
From the photo, she sure was beautiful. And you have written a wonderful tribute to your, My Lady. Your poem is also a metaphor for us when we grow old and are considered as useless and no longer a part of me action, so to speak.
But you are at the peak of your productivity and creativity. I think you will continue on that course like a fine filly until the day you die.
The poem you penned here speaks volume of the spirit of the horse a nd also your spirit too. Beautiful penmanship, it won my heart, old means still alive and able to love and be loved :)
Reviewed by JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on January 7, 2024
Gorgeous beautiful horse Lady and yes together we sail forever on God's majestic shore.....Wow... Glorious, my dearest La Belle..
I believe there can be a sacred bond between animal and man, and when they depart, a part of us can (at times) leave with them. I read this to Michele. She loved it, said the image looked just like her horse, Birdie. Your companion is gone, Susan, but it's abundantly obvious (to this reader) that her memory lives on, as is evidenced in this beautifully poignant tribute. Well done. Happy New Year.
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
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To my way of thinking, every worthy poem has a beginning, body, and a powerhouse of an ending. Thanks for validating my thoughts.
But you are at the peak of your productivity and creativity. I think you will continue on that course like a fine filly until the day you die.
Ron