Ancan Morgan's

Presents Our

Greener Pastures

Gone

But  Not  Forgotten...

They will not go quietly
                 these horses who have shared our lives.
        In subtle ways they let us know
                their spirit still survives.
        Old habits can make us think
                we hear them in the barn.
        Our feet still go to where the
                feed dish used to be.
        And sometimes, coming home at night,
                we miss them terribly.
        And although time may bring new friends
                and a new feed dish to fill
                and stall to clean...
        That place in our hearts belongs to them
                and always will...

Ancan Lil Miss Dangerous

(4/1992 - 1/2002)

       Visit Danger's Page

Ancan Heart Of Gold

(5/2000 - 10/2000)

 

   Visit Heart's Page

Ancan High Jinks

(4/2000 - 9/2000)

   Visit Jink's Page

Fiddler's Blackriver

(4/1974 - 11/2005)

       Visit Fid's Page

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me, but find I am
 grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.

 ~ Rita Mae Brown ~

  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

-By Brenda Riley-Seymore-

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