somewhere in God’s own space ~
there must be some sweet, pastured place.
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow;
some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses
Farewell sweet Tia.
I know you’re prancing your happy dance as you go merrily along your way.
The boys and I will miss you, but we won’t envy you. We know we’ll see you again some day.
Many happy trails to you, Little Sister.
(Tia, Tee-Toes, Tia-Maria)
4-23-84 – 1-6-11