TO DUSTY

Posted: November 2, 2011 in Poet; Writer; Author
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TO DUSTY

The corral was empty where

He used to be

The wind had nothing to cut through

Silence looked for something to blame.

I tried once more to hear his whinny ~

Smell his sweet mane on my cheek.

But all I saw was a golden ghost.

All I heard was a faint echo

That still tells me goodbye

When I don’t want to hear it.

© Copyright 2011 ♥Susan Joyner-Stumpf

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Comments
  1. What a beautiful Horse… I know you loved her so much Susan.. what a great tribute to him… Beautiful Poem..

    • When I had to downsize, he is one of the ones I unfortunately let go of, sold. It’s a mistake. I cry everyday. had no choice, we had to sell some of our horses due to the economy. Wish I had sold someone in his place. He was born on my farm, very special boy.

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