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National Poetry Month Celebration - Page 2
Don't Cry For The Horses, by Brenda Riley-Seymore is written by a modern day heroine who lives in Sun Valley, California. A cowgirl with a cop for a boyfriend, she was
born in Kentucky and raised on a ranch. A semi retired animal trainer for motion pictures, whose heroes are cops and cowboys, she now works Los Angeles in information systems. Brenda and
her 18 year old daughter who saves all creatures great and small.
Don't cry for the horses
That life has set free
A million white horses
Forever to be
Don't cry for the horses
Now in God's hands
As they dance and they prance
To a heavenly band
They were ours as a gift
But never to keep
As they close their eyes
Forever to sleep
Their spirits unbound
On silver wings they fly
A million white horses
Against the blue sky
Look up into heaven
You'll see them above
The horses we lost
The horses we loved
Manes and tails flowing
They Gallop through time
They were never yours
They were never mine
Don't cry for the horses
They will be back someday
When our time has come
They will show us the way
On silver wings they will lift us
To the warmth of the sun
When our life is over
And eternity has begun
We will jump the sun
And dance over the moon
A Ballet of horses and riders
on the winds
to a heavenly tune
Do you hear that soft nicker
Close to your ear?
Don't cry for the horses
Love the ones that are here
Don't cry for the horses
Lift up your sad eyes
Can't you see them
As they fly by?
A million white horses
Free from hunger and pain
Their spirits set free
Until we ride again
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