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
Susan Joyner-Stumpf 
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.