leanin' H
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Heaven Sent
Not even sure how it happened exactly
and that may be the hardest part,
but a little paint mare lay dead in the corral and it has almost crushed my heart.
No sign of trauma or struggle,
like she just layed down and died.
And I know that should be a comfort
but I still feel all torn up inside.
Lil' Pumpkin wasn't even my horse
she belonged to my daughter, it's true.
Who now kneels at her head, sobbing with grief, while I wish there was something I could do.
I am her dad and she's only thirteen,
the very same age as her mare.
How can I take away all of this pain?
And let her see how much I care?
My mind drifts back to a salebarn,
why I went that day I can't recall.
Maybe selling a steer or buying a pig,
seems like summer or maybe early fall?
All the details have become pretty hazy
but what I remember so clear,
was a little paint mare walking into the ring, I thought to myself, oh dear!
That same little girl was sittin by my side, only 4 years old, as I looked at her momma with hope.
No way we'd be able afford one more horse, even a sweet lil' paint with a smooth lope.
When the bidding began and I raised up my hand never thinking I had much of a chance.
But for four hundred and twenty five dollars, Pumpkin came to live on our ranch!
The two of them grew up together.
A couple hearts bonded by love.
One little girl and one little horse,
bout' as perfect as heaven above.
They say angels live up there in heaven, wearing halos and flying on wings.
They have beautiful voices and angelic choirs, must really know how to sing.
I've been told guardian angels abide there, keeping track of the things that we do.
Gently nudging us away from trouble,
and giving us a lift when we are feeling blue.
And Hailey, your guardian angel, has four hooves and a mane and a tail.
And she lopes across the tops of the mountains, and she still loves you without fail.
Close your eyes and you'll feel her nudge ya and rub her nose across your chest.
That lil' paint mare is watching over you and she wants you to do your best.
You'll fall in love with more horses
and you'll hurt a lot when they are gone.
But the joy that they bring and the memories made, will continue to carry on.
The privilege of owning horses,
is a blessing sent from heaven to us.
And you'll get to ride Pumpkin again someday, of that I know and I trust.
Farewell lil' mare, we all sure miss ya, and we will hold ya in our hearts so close.
Run free on heavens high desert,
but come see Hailey when she needs ya the most.
From Dad to his amazing Daughter, with love
2015
Not even sure how it happened exactly
and that may be the hardest part,
but a little paint mare lay dead in the corral and it has almost crushed my heart.
No sign of trauma or struggle,
like she just layed down and died.
And I know that should be a comfort
but I still feel all torn up inside.
Lil' Pumpkin wasn't even my horse
she belonged to my daughter, it's true.
Who now kneels at her head, sobbing with grief, while I wish there was something I could do.
I am her dad and she's only thirteen,
the very same age as her mare.
How can I take away all of this pain?
And let her see how much I care?
My mind drifts back to a salebarn,
why I went that day I can't recall.
Maybe selling a steer or buying a pig,
seems like summer or maybe early fall?
All the details have become pretty hazy
but what I remember so clear,
was a little paint mare walking into the ring, I thought to myself, oh dear!
That same little girl was sittin by my side, only 4 years old, as I looked at her momma with hope.
No way we'd be able afford one more horse, even a sweet lil' paint with a smooth lope.
When the bidding began and I raised up my hand never thinking I had much of a chance.
But for four hundred and twenty five dollars, Pumpkin came to live on our ranch!
The two of them grew up together.
A couple hearts bonded by love.
One little girl and one little horse,
bout' as perfect as heaven above.
They say angels live up there in heaven, wearing halos and flying on wings.
They have beautiful voices and angelic choirs, must really know how to sing.
I've been told guardian angels abide there, keeping track of the things that we do.
Gently nudging us away from trouble,
and giving us a lift when we are feeling blue.
And Hailey, your guardian angel, has four hooves and a mane and a tail.
And she lopes across the tops of the mountains, and she still loves you without fail.
Close your eyes and you'll feel her nudge ya and rub her nose across your chest.
That lil' paint mare is watching over you and she wants you to do your best.
You'll fall in love with more horses
and you'll hurt a lot when they are gone.
But the joy that they bring and the memories made, will continue to carry on.
The privilege of owning horses,
is a blessing sent from heaven to us.
And you'll get to ride Pumpkin again someday, of that I know and I trust.
Farewell lil' mare, we all sure miss ya, and we will hold ya in our hearts so close.
Run free on heavens high desert,
but come see Hailey when she needs ya the most.
From Dad to his amazing Daughter, with love
2015
that's so sad sorry for your loss