She’s black as a shadow … faster than lightning … proud as a Princess … and gentle as snow. Nothing equals the feeling of a race through the meadows … in the cool summer night when we’re riding.
I remember the night she was born in the stables. She suckled her mother and took her first steps. I slept next to her stall; stroked her head in the morning. And I knew from the start we would always be close.
She grew tall as the corn and as strong as the oak tree; so easy to train, so smart and so sure. And she comes when I call her, and she follows me around; and listens whenever I whisper.
And I miss her each day I’m away from my home. I miss her more than I can say. She’s my faithful companion – my partner – my friend – constant, devoted and true
With a stripe ‘neath her forehead and eyes deep as oceans, her skin and her mane are like velvet and silk. And she knows what I’m thinking even when I’m not speaking. Just a light touch, and she knows where to go.
She’s black as a shadow … faster than lightning … proud as a Princess … and gentle as snow. Nothing equals the feeling of a race through the meadows … in the cool summer night when we’re riding.
© 2019 by Myron Schreck
Note: Princess was Ana’s horse.
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