On the loss of one of my friends

Proud mare
Valiant Steed; jewel of Diana and the hunt
We crossed the streams many times;
wet flanks and muddy boots
The stink of her Horse sweat on my leggings
I could shoot my old mauser
from her noble back
and give chase to the hare
through the twisted bramble of both farm and swamp.

I can’t go on……

Her loss tears at a wounded heart
Someday I will lay down by the cool of the creek
and let her graze in the fresh green grass
with the blaze of fall’s colour all around
She is in my dreams now;
We were there at Balaclava;
and with Ajax and Achilles at Troy
With Mercury …..and all the Gods knew of her deeds
She knew my spear and shield; and tasted my blood
Magnificent friend, Noble beast
We both laughed at the hapless donkey
getting stuck in the wooden fence
Then drank the sweet spring water of success
at setting him free;
She is free now
We shall be reunited; in Elysian’s green fields
this I know;
Forever in my heart …My…sweet Sassy

5.30 Sunday morning I went to feed the horses;

Only Sassy was missing ;
I was just getting ready to horse whistle her
then I spied something down in the last stall
She never used this stall so I wasn’t sure;
When I rushed down there I knew she was gone.
I could see her spirit hovering just above her body;
coaxing me for one more adventure
…. I wept openly and held her head ;
brushing back her mane
Tonight her stall shall be empty
Empty as my heart

Michael Davidson