A Poem About Hope
She came to me on a summer's day,
On
her way to the auction, a throwaway.
She
turned and looked, and I knew then,
She
came to me to be my friend.
She
came to me, old and worn,
Ragged
hair and hooves were torn.
But I saw in her eyes a heart of gold,
She came to me worn and old.
She came to me, she needed mending,
So much to do, there's no pretending.
But she told me something from deep inside,
She came to me so I can ride.
She came to me, she knew I would,
Take care of her, do all I could.
A warm stall, sweet hay, a vet and care.
She came to me, to be repaired.
She came to me, and over time,
Her eyes grew bright, her hair grew fine.
Her hooves and legs grew over strong,
She came to me, a friend, lifelong.
She came to me, one summer's day,
Even though she was a throwaway.
With love and care we've made a team.
The heart of gold that I had seen.
