Beyond the green pasture and the old oak tree
A place where they can run, be wild and be free
A sunny place where they can watch us below
Could that be the place where all the horses go
The wind blows in the their mane and tails
Grazing on the most delicious hay bales
The horses that have left are safe and sound
Look up and you will still see them all around
In the rainbows and in the blue sky
They gallop away as they say good-bye
Don’t cry for the horses who have left us behind
Let us love and cherish the ones still in our time
By: Renata Branicki
In loving Memory of the horses who have left us behind.
Rainbow Over Arthur – Artie – 1994-2013
Mississippi Mud – Sippi – May 20, 1983 – November 15, 2013
