Throw In A Horse

The woman sat across from the medium
Silently on that day,
Nodding, she asked a question
A mere, moment away.

The old psychic glanced at the lady
Repeating with a smile
"William's with you in spirit
And has been for awhile.”

“T’is, your loving Grandpa,” my dear
Speaking with hushed pride
“Throw in a horse, listen closely”
“Doors are open, don’t hide.”

Hence, the poet penned about a horse
Somerset, was her name
Kelly girl, she did ride her,
Blazing, red ribbons and fame.

Noble, was once the horse
Now aging ... weary and lean
Kneeling by her grain bucket
She died ever so … serene.

Yes, Grandpa, times, they were splendid
When summer skies did beguile
Rider and horse, running fearless
Onto green, pastures … in style.

Juanita Tice Paulino