Roaming through the pasture I recall my younger days. Exploring the fields and eating all the delicious grass. Bucking all the cowboys off when I joined the Rodeo. Extremely bold and proud of those exciting days of yore. Living my life on the big ranch with my mom and dad.
Bravely protecting the herd, that is my job these days. Usually resting underneath the old willow in the pasture. Longing for the days so long ago I shed a tear sometimes. Looking forward to those glorious days in the ever after.
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