Beetle - My Friend

A Poem

Once I knew a horse the colour of copper,
Who would not be ideal for your average shopper.

His chestnut mane was not too long or too short,
And he was my safety, me refuge, my fort.

With him I shared my each and every secret,
Knowing that he’d keep them, my each and every secret.

On each back leg he had a white sock,
And his bronze tail fell down in a dark, thick lock.

He had such a sweet face, so gentle and kind,
And you could tell by his eyes what went on in his mind.

He could run like the wind and jump like a bomb,
But yet he’d go well for anyone’s mom.

Running down his face there was a white blaze,
Such a beautiful one it’d make you gaze.

He was an angel, so charming and mild,
But when out he could be unbelievably wild.

His breeding was not the best I’ll say,
But I’d still ride him all night and all day.

At feeding times he could be most awfully sweet,
And when all tacked up he looked terribly neat.

His gaits were good when he got on the bit,
And when he galloped his eyes seemed all lit.

Whenever I was sad he’d seem to know,
And he’d comfort me by not leaving or having to go.

This dear horse I loved just like he was my own,
And I knew that if he’d have to go I’d moan and moan.

But there came a time where I had to let go,
Of the horse I loved most, the horse I know.

In my heart this great equine will stay,
And in my heart he will frolic and play.

My sweet thoughts of us together,
I will treasure forever and ever.

These memories I will think of night and day,
And in my heart will my beloved Beetle stay.

By Jessica Young

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