Hi; Checking out your website and thought I would send along this poem I wrote for a QH/Thoroughbred mare I bought as a seven year old, quite a few years back. She was definitely special. The names in the poem are grandchildren, Grady being a great grandson.

TO CHEYENNEWe took her to the vet today
And had her put to sleep
Now she can sneak through those open gates
To where the grass is stirrup deep.I’d had her nearly sixteen years,
Since she was only seven
She’s earned herself a front row stall
If there’s a horse’s heaven.

To know her was to love her,
Tho, she had some little quirks
She could go from a perfect performance
To just screwing up the works.

She could really run those barrels
If it happened to be her day,
Or she could stop in the middle of an arena
And back up the rest of the way.

Many a trip she made to the mountains
With more riders than I’ve time to mention
She carried them safely over hills and through streams
Some still in diapers and some were on pension.

For many years a 4-H horse
It always filled my heart with pride
Didn’t seem to matter who was in the saddle
They got a ribbon for their ride.

Showmanship was the name of the class
As Kelsey sat down and played in the dirt
Cheyenne stood still and quietly watched
So the kid by her feet wouldn’t get hurt.

She wasn’t really a “people” horse
Tho, Alesha came closest to being her friend
But she carried many 4-Hers and Tiny Mites, too
And carried them proudly right up to the end.

It touched the hearts of many
When she and Amanda took a fall
And only God will ever know
Why neither one was hurt at all.

To give little Grady his first solo ride
Was her last job here on earth
He took her ropin’ with “Oscar” and Dad
And only God knows how much she was worth.

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