OLD HORSE

Sold he said as the hammer fell
What was in front of me I could not tell
But proud I was I had set the course
For once again I was the owner of a horse
He looked grand to me even though a hack
And I pondered the miles upon his back
Into the float and home I went
Only I knew what this purchase meant
Into the paddock with my shining steed
I knew this old horse would fulfil my need
He stood defiant in the yard
His look advised every inch would be hard
But cruel I was not and in the end
This old horse gave in and became my friend
Equal trust we shared me and my mate
Covering the miles I was proud of his gate
I fed him rough and left him in the cold
Yet he gave his all even though he was old
He gave so much I was aware of his age
And I knew this old man had to come off the stage
So I spelled him in a paddock full of feed
Plenty for my mate my shining steed
Then to visit and to find him upon the ground
I am glad that I was the one that found
My old mate that had passed away
For I did not want to be told that he had gone that day
When I looked at him upon the ground
I shouted and wanted him up for one more round
But I knew that my mate had gone away
I knew I was too late to ask him to stay
And I will remember my mate forever and a day.

                                       BRODIE