For Mary A Gypsy Horse
Mary Mary quite contrary , what a life you had, sometimes tethered in a field, It really made me sad.
But sometimes you were set free in our field, free to run and roam, I wanted If I had the space, to steal you, and take you home.
I shouted your name, and you eventually came, and we became friends-well of sorts, you allowed me to stroke you but only because you wanted to see what I’d brought.
Sometimes an apple a carrot a mint, I stroked your matted mane, and then today I found out, You’d never come again…
If there is a horsey heaven, I am sure you will be there, running free & happy, no more pain to bare…
For Mary a gypsy horse