Another friend lost their horse today.
At the Rainbow Bridge he stands.
We shed a tear of sorrow,
but then think how they've traveled the land,
on this lovely horse,
so brave and strong,
so driven to meet their needs.
He carried them many a mile,
'cross mountains and many fields.
His heart was made of silver,
his love was of pure gold.
His whinny beckoned anyone with a carrot,
or hand that would hold,
his cheek in their grasp so loving,
stroking his mane, back and tail.
He just waited for the trailer,
that would take them to new travails.
Up the mountains, 'cross the fields,
everywhere they could go.
His boots on his feet, his saddle on his back,
his best friend was in tow.
There were creeks to cross, and rivers near,
along which he would walk.
His best friend on his back,
he would listen to him talk,
'bout where they should go,
be careful here,
the ground looks soft like dough.
Don't eat that weed, drink water now,
we have far more to go.
But now it's time to rest, my friend,
fresh grass beneath your feet.
That little stream will quench your thirst,
in this pasture you can sleep.
It's hard to let you go, my friend.
The end I never saw.
But here it is,
and let you go I must,
but, my God, how I sob.
The memories, the adventures grand,
the pictures in their frames.
I promise you one thing my friend
On my lips will always be your name. " Dai." - R.W. Williams
At the Rainbow Bridge he stands.
We shed a tear of sorrow,
but then think how they've traveled the land,
on this lovely horse,
so brave and strong,
so driven to meet their needs.
He carried them many a mile,
'cross mountains and many fields.
His heart was made of silver,
his love was of pure gold.
His whinny beckoned anyone with a carrot,
or hand that would hold,
his cheek in their grasp so loving,
stroking his mane, back and tail.
He just waited for the trailer,
that would take them to new travails.
Up the mountains, 'cross the fields,
everywhere they could go.
His boots on his feet, his saddle on his back,
his best friend was in tow.
There were creeks to cross, and rivers near,
along which he would walk.
His best friend on his back,
he would listen to him talk,
'bout where they should go,
be careful here,
the ground looks soft like dough.
Don't eat that weed, drink water now,
we have far more to go.
But now it's time to rest, my friend,
fresh grass beneath your feet.
That little stream will quench your thirst,
in this pasture you can sleep.
It's hard to let you go, my friend.
The end I never saw.
But here it is,
and let you go I must,
but, my God, how I sob.
The memories, the adventures grand,
the pictures in their frames.
I promise you one thing my friend
On my lips will always be your name. " Dai." - R.W. Williams
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