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Been cooped up so long , I began writing again. Wrote a poem last night. Here goes:
I buried old Blue today with sadness in my heart.
He had a good stop and a willing start.
His gait was soft as a velvet cloth
With a watchful eye, his judgment never off.
Years took their toll, on me too, I guess.
We were partners. We were friends, no less.
We rode the high country at the start.
On a snow-covered ridge, he won my heart.
I’m retired now, and so was he.
Through thick and thin, he never gave up on me.
He took me there and brought me back.
My love for him did never lack.
His heart gave out without a doubt.
With arthritis and colic had he many a bout.
I found him while going to give him hay.
He would have been thirty-four, come this May.
We’ll ride on heaven’s green grass someday,
Young once more, we’ll run and play.
I dug deep and laid him gently on a bed of hay.
With a broken heart, I buried old Blue today.
I Buried Old Blue Today
By Don Perry
By Don Perry
I buried old Blue today with sadness in my heart.
He had a good stop and a willing start.
His gait was soft as a velvet cloth
With a watchful eye, his judgment never off.
Years took their toll, on me too, I guess.
We were partners. We were friends, no less.
We rode the high country at the start.
On a snow-covered ridge, he won my heart.
I’m retired now, and so was he.
Through thick and thin, he never gave up on me.
He took me there and brought me back.
My love for him did never lack.
His heart gave out without a doubt.
With arthritis and colic had he many a bout.
I found him while going to give him hay.
He would have been thirty-four, come this May.
We’ll ride on heaven’s green grass someday,
Young once more, we’ll run and play.
I dug deep and laid him gently on a bed of hay.
With a broken heart, I buried old Blue today.