Wednesday, November 27, 2013

The Pinto Pony

The pinto pony 
turned from an elm tree
and sauntered over 
to nuzzle me.
So still she stood,
noble and proud,
that I could scarcely
believe when i said out loud,
"Her name will be Willow
not Star and not Maude.
For she reminds me of grace,
and especially of God.

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