POETRY CORNER: MY HORSE

For all the trail riders;

I've got this friend, who loves me true.

No matter what my stocks might do.

He looks down the road, for my truck to come

and runs out to meet me, on a dead run.

Sometimes we take a little ride,

and his love for me he just can't hide.

He prances and jump's and loves to have fun,

and he wants to show me how fast he can run.

It know he loves me, though he don't say,

he just stands there quietly, eating his hay.

I just love that old horse.