A Poem by: Barbara Beard
Taking care of rescue horses is something I do best.
I know because I've done it and surely passed the test.
The horses that I've brushed and fed, the cleaning I have done,
and all to watch a frightened soul stand dreaming in the sun.
My own horses I've neglected, but I tell them everyday,
that I love and cherish them, though a new horse has come to stay.
I know they understand this, for in their eyes I see,
the love I have given them comes shining back at me.
Some people think I'm crazy, some others think I'm great,
but very few can understand what really is at stake.
If I can love and help a horse to find a better way,
my life is much more richer, that I look forward to each day.
So now you know my secret, it is there for all to see,
the love I give, the life I save,
I do it all for me.