All Of Our Beautiful Horses

Above all other childhood things

It was always little ponies in our dreams

In all of the colours

Greys, bays , duns and creams

 

But now we are older

And the days they seem colder

Its all just a memory now

Are the jumps and the courses

 

The rides and the races

At deadly fast paces

At times it felt we could fly

But never in our dreams would they ever die

 

So with wild eyes glowing

And  long  flowing manes

Kissing soft velvet noses

And their funny little names

 

We can still see them running

And hear their voices in the wind

We can feel them all around us

When a robin comes to sing

 

We miss them and loved them

More than any one could know

Now only in our hearts they live

All of our beautiful horses

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