Mother's Mare
My mother once had her horse
One no one else could ride-
A beautiful, splotchy mare,
A sorrel overo
Who loved my mother.
She rode that mare everywhere-
Stood on her back to gather apples,
But Grandpa traded her,
And he never asked his daughter.
There's a statue of that mare,
Life-like and real
Twenty-five years after the fact,
Outside a farm somewhere
Of her mare-
The one no one else could ride.
Cochise.
For Mom and Cochise
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For The Love Of Horses, A Book of Poems by Renee Moomey
PoetryThese poems were written out of the love for horses, for every horse I have ever been in contact with or dreamt existed. Raised in a barn, my very being is entwined with the equines, but life has had a way of pulling me away from them, be that fami...
