Wind blowing through his mane and tail
As he canters across the field with no fear
Head held high and his footing has no fail
As I watch him run my eye begins to tear.
I cannot believe he is mine
Such a good friend
My soul and his intertwine
I will not find one like him ever again.
I walk outside he greets me at the gate
Always willing to perform his best
I let him out and he looks at me like I am late
It's time for feed, an apple, a ride, then rest.
Duke is his name, my horse, my forever friend
He loves me and I will love him until the end!
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