My First Horse
Once upon a time, I had not a care,
Had a beautiful and special, high-stepping mare.
"Black Jack's Fancy Goober" was her name
Came out of Missouri, of fox-trotting fame.
"Fancy" she was, a gorgeous blue roan.
Delicate and sweet, and so fine of bone
With two white stockings and a snip on her nose,
A twinkly way of dancing, right on her toes.
We scampered all over and around,
Over hill and dale, the talk of the town.
We tip-toed in parades, roved the river path
She and I, together, we cut quite a swathe.
She's gone now, you see. She lived out her life
I miss her still. Her loss brought great strife.
But she lives on in my memory, a bright shining star
She's there in my mind. I gaze from afar.