Trail horse, you noble old boy, there is a sadness swimming in your watery blue eye. Walk on majestic man, walk on to clip ~ clop rhythm that beats out in the line ahead. For this is your life,this is your job. When the night falls like a blanket of dark velvet your weary bones will be eased. Dream not of kicking boots and cold hard mouth metal, instead dream of your forever person, perhaps a young girl about to explode with love for you. Of the sweet crunch of treats and the green blades of field grass growing up to feed your soul. Have faith trail horse, have faith. You are so beautiful .