Brought into this world..
A frisky colt
A prancing dolt…
He loved to run
And have his fun ….
His mane was wispy
His eyes curios and frisky…
Even though he may be gone
His spirit lives on ….
He’s in a pasture gay and green
Full of life a life of a dream…
He will race beside the rivers edge
And run through the valleys ledge…
Standing proud and noble true
His life will never be through…
His spirit lives on….
