Joined: 12 December 2006 Posts: 1977 Location: Soul Society
This is a poem about my freinds horse, Admiral Beau. He die 2 Octobars ago. Please Comment.
The barn is abanded,
the pastures are empty
the young spring fillies have long grown old.
The grass withers as the wind roles by:
a voice so solf and sad it cries.
And under the trees,
the old apple tree
there stands a wood cross
of our greatest loss
for he has faded into the mist
of Autumn’s snow-white Winter shift.
Joined: 21 August 2006 Posts: 4076 Location: Out Walking
I know what it's like to have an animal put down. My cat wasn't actually put down, but for the longest time we were preparing to... but then we ended up not having to.
Beautiful poem.
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