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Her hair was long
And the color of gold.
She was a beautiful girl
At nine years old.
He was a big sorrel gelding
About twice her size.
Their love for each other
Showed in their eyes.
I used to watch her
Out in the corral.
The love she shared
With her big red pal.
The years have passed now,
She's a woman full grown.
She still visits him often
In a spot all his own.
Flowers grow wild
Around a cross that reads,
"Here lies Rowdy,
King of steeds."
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Author Notes
I owned a big sorrel gelding cutting horse I used in working cattle. He was the best horse I ever owned. My grand daughter fell in love with him and he followed her around my ranch in Prescott Arizona. I found him in his stall one morning. He was 26 and died from a stroke. He was my pal also.
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