O Friend! My friend!
Our long ride is over. Chasing our mirage in the desert, we’re nearly there, one last storm and we’re over the hill! You’ve fought hard for every battle. Your desert hooves have torn under those prairie skies and Rocky Mountain summer, you turned the Plains asunder. Winter loomed ahead and you ran, you ran right in. You brought me through my biggest battle and with a courageous heart we charged forever on. Eight years past since our desert paradise and finally we were heading home. The storm lurked ahead, dark swirls and whipping winds around you, the lightening struck the thunder roared and you, you, little sorrel horse went right in.
Your legs were failing, your aging body was giving in but with a tail flick and eager ears shifted forward
We charged right into battle.
Your delicate legs were struggling, your heart was pumping, and your last battle had come.
For the race horn was blowing and calling your name.
But alas, my faithful steed, she did not answer.
My friend does not hear my call, does not feel my legs, she has no pulse or will
She didn’t make it through her last storm. Our journey was complete; she knew she would not carry me further.
Together, we fought many battles, the little horse with the biggest heart, on your way to the desert Southwest, where Your pasture awaited,
But you were done, not one step more and I went back to Your desert alone
Where your beating hooves still echo.
You brought me through fearful tests, with the biggest heart of hearts.
Ring on victory bells, let’s cry a song of glory, my little desert horse has won.
My arm beneath your head, your hooves no longer pained, that little horse now runs with the greats, but has fallen cold and dead.