by Marilyn Rotenberry
God has a place for Horses, a Heaven all their own. Where the air is crisp and clear, and plenty pastures to roam. The ponds and streams are always full, with lush green grass to eat, and a well kept stall when they want to rest their feet. There is a place for those who worked to gather cattle, and even a place for those who never carried a saddle. There is an arena there for those who used to show. They go there sometime to show what all they know. There is also a place for the ones who reproduced the finest of every breed, and also the ones who just filled a special need. It's a comfort for me to know, theres a place like that above, for the Horses who did their best, and gave us so much love