Country life was lonely at times, no friends nearby to play
country boy found animal friends to love and share his days.
Lambs and soft warm kitties and the family dog of course
but none so kind and loving as his faithful, gentle horse.
My gentle mare named Grandma, the horse I learned to ride
I'd head for the creek side pasture, she would gallop to my side.
We'd stand in the shade of the willows that covered Carter Creek
she seemed to just watch over me and be the friend I'd seek.
She would follow me to the barn, I'd treat her with some grain
I would softly brush her coat and comb her long soft mane.
Many times we would go for a ride or just go stand near the stream
listen to the rippeling water and having my childhood dreams.
I always remember her warm gentle breath and the velvety touch of her nose
the wonderful smell of my sweet gentle mare and the little horse hairs on my clothes.
This sweet gentle mare that I treasured and shared so many great rides
remembered forever now standing, as painted here close by my side.
Author's Comments: This wonderful painting of me with my horse named Grandma, was painted by Susan Lavold. I shared stories and a picture from my childhood with Susan and commisioned her to create a painting. I am delighted as she has captured the love between little Calvin and my wonderful horse Grandma.
I plan to use this picture for the cover of my first book. I look forward to reviews and feedback from my poet friends. Thank you for reading and reviewing and God bless you. Calvin
