Cicero

CICERO

Palomino, bay, and sorrel
Galloping into the sunset.
One hoof beat says it all
When I am riding you in silence.
Your breath smells like clover
Your mane like prairie grass.
You’re the one I’ll always love
The one I’d spend my life with.
You make me happy when I am sad
The sun to block away the rainy clouds.
I know you’ll never let me fall
When we take that leap over a log.
Your soft brown eyes are filled with wonder
So depthless, mystical, and round
Like a fortuneteller’s crystal ball.
The day comes when you disappear from my grasp
Tears slide down my cheeks like a river.
The vet holds me back from you,
The look of pain filling both our eyes.
The last time you’ll ever look at me
The last time I’ll ever look at you.
As you nicker your last words to me,
My heart starts to speak.
I’ll see you again in heaven
Where you’ll feel the pain no more.
Your eyes close and your lungs stop filling with air,
The only thing left is my despair.
Nothing can ever separate our bond,
You’re still with me in my heart.
That night I swore I saw you,
With angel wings like a Pegasus.
Your soft nose rubs against my chest,
As you whisper one last time:
I’ll see you again in heaven my friend,
Weep for me no more.
I’ll wait for you for years and years,
Our spirits never leaving each other’s hearts.
You’re the only one I have loved all my life,
The one that I could always trust.
The day I died pictures flashed before my eyes,
Of us galloping, jumping, and being together.
Our first ribbon, our first flight,
That was the day I swore we both had wings.
I’ll always remember you and you’ll always remember me.

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Sue Smith Yesterday afternoon

Remember Me

Remember Me
When you hear the thunder
Remember Me
for those are my hoofbeats upon your heart deep in the night.

Do not fear the lightening
and remember me
for my hooves strike sparks so you may see in your darkest hour.

And when the rain falls
remember me
for those are my tears of joy as I run with the sky herd free of rein and pain and heavy burden.

Look up and remember me
for you will see the shape of my fiery head thrown high among the clouds
warmed by sun but even more
because you remember me.

Janette Brennan July 30, 2009

Don't Cry For The Horses
By: Susan Humphrey

They were ours as a gift, but never to keep,
As they close their eyes forever to sleep.
Their spirits unbound,
On silver wings they fly.
A million white horses,
Against the blue sky.
Look up into heaven,
You'll see them above.
The horses we lost,
The horses we loved.
Manes and tails flowing,
As they gallop through time,
They were never yours- they were never mine.
Don't cry for the horses,
They'll be back some day.
When our time is gone,
They will show us the way.
Do you hear that soft nicker?
Close to your ear?
Don't cry for the horses,
Love the ones that are here.

Sue Smith July 4, 2009

Hoof Prints In the Sand

Ever since I can remember I have wanted to be free,
To roam the gorge and mountain tops with no-one chasing me,
I've longed to travel to a place that nature holds to heart,
and live a life of freedom that no-one can tear apart.
To run along the beaches and leave hoof prints in the sand,
and feel the water splashing, oh now wouldn't that be grand,
To munch the fresh new pasture as it breaks through natures soil,
Or even have my ears scratched by a friend forever loyal.

But time is running out and I feel darkness has awoke,
To cover all the hope and all the dreams of which I've spoke,
I feel him walk toward me with that needle in his hand,
I close my eyes forever, leaving hoof prints in the sand.

Sue Smith July 4, 2009

Cicero Forever Free!

Of all the things I've ever seen,
Of all the dreams I've ever dreamed,
The finest sight that's come to me,
A Brown Horse beside the sea
He ran across the trackless sand
In that remote, forgotten land,
And in His running he were free
Beside the boundless, unchained sea.

He raced the first light of the day
And surged across a shallow bay
To feed at ease in grassy plains
With wind alone to groom His manes.

Each swift horse was nature's child
At home on land forever wild,
And each wild horse was meant to be
At home on land forever free.

Chloe Suffield (Friend) July 4, 2009