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Quietly she stands head low, tail swishing Water dripping from her lips. All is right in her world.
Her eyes are half-closed - dreamy, wistful, Revealing trust And a love for all she knows.
Her babies, mine family, friends… Her soft eyes bespeak kindness Yet perhaps recall another time.
The thrill of the race, the roar of the crowd A triangle of barrels or our national anthem.
But, for now, clear water, green grass, freedom Companions, horses and I She asks no more. |