The wind in her hair 
and warm breezes blowing,
she looks at me with bright eyes.
Her mane so soft, 
and tail streaming behind her. 
Her friends in the pasture 
miss her with care. 
Country music ringing in her ears, 
with the guitar strumming and playing 
with complete concentration. 
Her eyes fixed on me
like nobody's here.
The smell of her hair
is of sweet sweet hay.
And her songs of nickering 
and dances of prancing. 
Her tack so shiny, 
and sweat glistening.
She always trusts me 
and nobody else. 
I can't believe she is gone. 
It feels like just yesterday she was born 
and entered the world on four spindly legs. 
And know she will never come back.
But she stays in my heart 
and me in hers.
She is gone.
Believing a wonderful and glorious partner and even more
excellent creature is gone is the hardest thing anybody
could go through.
She is always under me flying.