I look out of the picture window
To the pasture
Where seven horses
And a mule
Grazed and played
And brought me happiness
They are gone now
so is the husband
Who would go out
in the cold and the dark
To feed them
And break the ice
on the water tank
I miss him too
1 comment:
Weren’t those neat times? You would come to work full of stories and compassion for the people you cared for. You are a blessing Jana. Jim was a fun light. The mule opened lots of doors. The horses returned the love given to them. Only one more day until winter solstice, then we have more light.
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