Author’s note: This was written after my friend lost her horse due to a broken hock. Rosie died 23 October 1997].

Oh, a tragedy.
What a tragedy.
A beauty,
Kicked to her death,
A living soul,
Destroyed.
Why?
What will come of this?
How come a beauty
Such as she,
Was sentenced to death?
Her crime wasn’t real,
Only a false truth.
Never will she run again,
Never will she graze the rolling fields.
All because of a kick,
That ended a life
That still had a long life to live.
But we shall think good thoughts
Believe we’re seeing her happy above,
Rolling in the pastures of Valhalla.
Forever young,
Forever beautiful,
She shall be.