Quiet Thunder (For Eric)
He died in winter
Cold and bitter day
In February
While I was away
Monday twenty third
Around 2:30
He slowly walked
Still with dignity
To the middle barn
Led there by the vet
And there he laid down
And drew his last breath
Time stopped
I dreamed of riding him
His quiet thunder under mine
I'll miss feeding him
The thief of time
It ran out
Before I could give him a home
A pasture to graze
Fields to run free
On breezy summer days
Someday I will understand all this
Someday it will make sense
Someday...