the dam and her foal color of Palomino the sire was a Paint
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.
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
My morning starts when I wake to the smell of coffee. Then, with a cup of the tasty brew and a small dish of raw fruit, I sit at my desk . I open Facebook, my Blog and Email. My husband and I chat about the “news” of the day, whether it’s on Facebook, radio or TV. Often, I take a walk around our property to see the amazing beauty of nature. One awesome sight that I look at is Cash, my grandson’s colt.
The cats are usually playing. Below, Cal swings on a pine bush.