Post by Reds on Jan 20, 2009 10:07:54 GMT -5
When my DH got home from Denver Sunday night, he had a present for me...
It's a framed poem with a drawing of a grazing, saddled horse in a typical western type scene.
It's called "Now Angels Ride Her" and the author's name is signed at the bottom-looks like Don Bidorp? 'O3.
When Father Time caught my mare
the leaves were turning brown.
She was suffering and couldn't eat,
it was time to put her down.
It's hard to do what you need to
when your eyes are soakin' wet.
I thought about my childhood
and waited for the vet.
I held her halter, talked to her
and looked her in the eye.
She had no way of knowin'
what was makin' her friend cry.
I guess I wasn't ready.
When she fell it made me weep.
I rubbed her nose and sang to her.
She slowly went to sleep.
A breeze blew down from somewhere
and brushed away my tears,
like a kiss From Heaven
for all the happy years.
In my mind she's in a meadow,
the grass is long and green.
She teaches every kid to ride
and becomes their favorite dream.
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Obviously, I couldn't read through it without crying. It's like it was written about Emmy.
It's a framed poem with a drawing of a grazing, saddled horse in a typical western type scene.
It's called "Now Angels Ride Her" and the author's name is signed at the bottom-looks like Don Bidorp? 'O3.
When Father Time caught my mare
the leaves were turning brown.
She was suffering and couldn't eat,
it was time to put her down.
It's hard to do what you need to
when your eyes are soakin' wet.
I thought about my childhood
and waited for the vet.
I held her halter, talked to her
and looked her in the eye.
She had no way of knowin'
what was makin' her friend cry.
I guess I wasn't ready.
When she fell it made me weep.
I rubbed her nose and sang to her.
She slowly went to sleep.
A breeze blew down from somewhere
and brushed away my tears,
like a kiss From Heaven
for all the happy years.
In my mind she's in a meadow,
the grass is long and green.
She teaches every kid to ride
and becomes their favorite dream.
*********************************
Obviously, I couldn't read through it without crying. It's like it was written about Emmy.
That was a seriously thoughtful gift. What a treasure!
