A bright white horse with spirit moves

True bursts of light each day.

Wide eyed and filled with energy

Stirs all who’ll cross her way.


She trots so freely on her course

Has hooves that float on air.

No stirrups yet to rein the source

Of such great thoughts to share.


Corrals won’t keep this one I pray

No man the will should break.

For spirit must roam free and wild

And choose her path to take.


                                                            For Haley

                                                            Love, Dad

 

                                                        2006