Don't cry for the horses
That life has set free
A million white horses
Forever to be

Don't cry for the horses
Now in God's hands
As they dance and they prance
To a heavenly band

They were ours as a gift
But never to keep
As they close their eyes
Forever to sleep

Their spirits unbound
On silver wings they fly
A million white horses
Against the blue sky

Look up into heaven
You'll see them above
The horses we lost
The horses we loved

Manes and tails flowing
They Gallop through time
They were never yours
They were never mine

My First Pony-Joe

Don't cry for the horses
They will be back someday
When our time has come
They will show us the way

On silver wings they will lift us
To the warmth of the sun
When our life is over
And eternity has begun

We will jump the sun
And dance over the moon
A Ballet of horses and riders
on the winds
to a heavenly tune

Do you hear that soft nicker
Close to your ear?
Don't cry for the horses
Love the ones that are here

Don't cry for the horses
Lift up your sad eyes
Can't you see them
As they fly by?

A million white horses
Free from hunger and pain
Their spirits set free
Until we ride again

 

 

I got "Old Joe" when I was 6 years old. We won him from a raffle drawing. Boy was I ever excited...my parents weren't as thrilled though.

Joe was a spunky pony that was approximately 20 years old or so when we got him. We didn't have a trailer so my Dad got to ride him home. Luckily, he only lived about 5 miles from our home. We kept him at our home for about a week until we found someplace to board him at. Our neighbors fit that bill to a tee. They had 4 other horses for him to pal around with and they had other children for us to play with. There was another Shetland pony named Bullet because he was fast. Our neighbors oldest son rode Joe one day and said Joe was faster than Bullet and should have been named Lightning. Joe loved to play practical jokes on people. One of his favorites was to block the barn door when someone went inside. He also loved to wedge himself under the fence to munch on the newly sprouted corn.

I moved away a few years later and luckily those kind neighbors kept Joe. I got to go out to visit him a few times after the move and he sure did act like he remembered me. He would push the other horses away from the fence so he could get his fair share of pets and rubs.

In his later years, his feet really started to bother him. He had probably foundered before we got him. Joe was well into his 20's when he was finally put to rest.

Farewell friend, you gave me a taste of what it would be like to be free on the back of a horse, rest well.

        

 

I always jumped at the chance when my Grandpa came to visit. That meant that we got to go horseback riding no matter what the weather.