Rip boy.
We lost a great champion today. Sad, sad day for racing.
DON'T CRY FOR THE HORSES
Don't cry for the horses
That life has set free
A million white horses
Forever to be
Don't cry for the horses
Now in God's hands
As they dance and they prance
To a heavenly band
They were ours to borrow
But never to keep
As they close their eyes
Forever to sleep
Their spirits unbound
On silver wings they fly
A million white horses
Against a blue sky
Look up into heaven
You'll see them above
The horses we lost
The horses we loved
Manes and tails flying
They gallop through time
They were never yours
They were never mine
Don't cry for the horses
They will be back some day
When our time has come
They will show us the way
Do you hear that soft nicker
Close to your ear
Don't cry for the horses
Love the ones that are here
By Brenda Riley Seymore
SOMEWHERE
Somewhere, somewhere, in God's own space, there must be some sweet, pastured place
Where creeks sing on, and tall trees grow; some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen, I know great horses live again