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It's time to go She can't go on,
she's old and lame..they said.
The footing's no damn good, they said,
She'll slip, fall, and break Her leg.
And like the prophets prophesy,
it came to pass that way.
At turnout time this morning,
the little mare ended her days.
Spring's a time for new beginnings,
but treacherous for us all,
but most profane and treacherous,
was the ice that caused the fall.
Impossible to keep the ice and snow
from the yard in spring.
So when all the horses go out the door,
You can't prevent slipping.
And so, the gallant little mare fell,
and valiantly tried to rise,
but knew Her struggle was futile,
you could see it in Her eyes.
She lay quiet in the ice and snow,
while I went and called the vet.
I swear She knew what was coming,
but She didn't fuss and fret.
We could learn a lot from Her,
the calm acceptance of her fate.
But we, as people never learn
until it's much too late.
Les stayed right beside Her
while we were waiting for the vet,
He spoke softly, reassuringly,
and gently stroked Her neck.
And now She's gone away from here
and to a better place,
where horses are all healthy,
and free to run and race.
Soar with the eagles, Mandie!!!
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