The Horse glides and flies with the wind,
while the River never looks behind.
The Horse runs to race the Eagle
and the River flows along to stay regal.
The beast, the Horse, is so beautiful and strong,
and for the River, she always knows exactly where she belongs.
When the Horse calls, his voice is filled with pure courage.
As for the River, her voice contains no rage.
As the Horse and River run along,
There is no mistaking their sweet song.
----Posted by the daughter of the family
----Written in memory of Twinkle, our loyal bird
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