Little Horse That I Loved
Lightfoot ran as fast as the wind,
across the shoals.
He treated me like his best friend;
we won the poles,
conquered the barrels and goat-ties.
Rodeo proud,
he galloped beneath summer skies
to please the crowd.
Ten-years-old, my gelding of white
raced in the fields.
Happy and free, both day and night,
he kicked up his heels.
We found him, but oh how sad
to watch him die.
The best horse a kid ever had!
With tears, I said good-bye
to Lightfoot.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
How sad–a pet can be such a special companion.
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Made me sad! Death of a pet or animal friend is a coming of age event.
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A little sad on this one. How terrible to have to say good by to a pet, what ever the pet may be.
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