Sunday, November 28, 2010

What would Willy do?

Abigail Elizabeth Boatwright photos Willy


Tuesday I said good-bye to my best friend Willy. The horse I'd owned for 15 years suffered a bout of colic and lost, so we had to put him down. It's been hard and I'm really sad to have lost him. I can't imaging another horse like him-- he was one in a million.


I wrote a long blog entry on that day, but I just wasn't ready to post it. My dear friend Alice, the woman who taught me how to ride, broke Willy to saddle and helped sell him to me wrote a sweet poem to commemorate Willy. I decided her poem is a much better way to memorialize my big red horse. I'd like to share it with y'all.


Abigail Elizabeth Boatwright photos willy



WILLIE
by Alice Scott
 
Willie Wonka was his name
Workin' cattle was his game
 
Foundation breeding was his line
The cowy, smart, athletic kind
 
Upon his head a tiny star 
A gorgous guy from near and far 
 
 In countless ways he was a winner
 A gutsy, cowy, tough team penner
 
No temperment was ever milder
Except his best friend, Abby Wilder                   
 
Willie Wonka, Abby's dream
The perfect cowgirl-gelding team  
 
Those who knew him won't forget
The love between this great duet  
 
She cared for him through all his years 
He wouldn't want her shedding tears 
 
Willie was that kinda guy
He wouldn't want his friend to cry
 
His life was happy, good and long
He's now in grass thats green and strong 
 
But he'll still gladly do his share 
To sort and pen the cows up there

Abigail Elizabeth Boatwright photos willy

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