Inspired by HeatherAnne's poem.
The lush green grass beckons me.
A thing I never thought to see.
The only touch I ever felt,
Was whip and sting; a leather belt.
This pasture where I now do lie,
With forelock long to still the fly.
With tail brushed and coat a shining;
Ah such sweet taste for my dining.
A life of horror, a life of pain,
Until a kindly being came,
To rescue me from dark despair.
Who let me know that she did care.
This angel made of all things kind,
My nerves and starts she did not mind.
A soothing word, a guiding hand
She led me to this promised land.
Not sure my fears will ever leave,
Although I now have time to grieve.
But now at least I know I can
Trust in my savour, HeatherAnne.
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