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- THE MORGAN
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- The horses in the 'ring' looked good,
- But one, it looked the best!
- It seemed so strong in body,
- And also broad in chest.
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- This horse with even rhythym,
- That had such balanced gait.
- I thought "I must now buy this horse
- Coz if I don't - too late"
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- I asked some stupid questions -
- Enquired of his breed,
- And though not knowing Morgans,
- Was impressed by this steed.
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- His head was held so loftily,
- His stance to me seemed great.
- I felt, that I should own this horse,
- Coz he - looked like a mate!
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- The day went on quite quickly,
- The evening show did start,
- That horse was in the arena -
- He looked to me so smart!
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- I glanced upon his handler,
- Then viewed this stately horse.
- Again I questioned his breeding -
- A Morgan horse of course.
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- I spoke with many people
- About the horses shown.
- I tried to check on all breed lines
- But Morgans - were not known.
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- The evening show then finished,
- Night dew became quite damp -
- I watched the presentations,
- And "my choice" was the Champ!
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- Now everyone's day was over,
- The stables had been set,
- For all of the competitors,
- To check out with the vet.
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- I ambled through the stable barn,
- Fifty horses there at rest.
- But couldn't find my favorite -
- The one I thought was best!
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- I headed off two miles to home,
- Two easy miles to walk.
- And three parts there I paused a sec -
- I'd heard "somebody" talk.
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- I didn't know the accent,
- And hadn't heard the tone,
- But knew that there was "someone" there -
- P'raps standing - just alone!
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- I walked four steps and then I stopped,
- The murmur gave a chill,
- Upon the back of my top spine,
- And then - I heard the shrill.
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- I turned but there was nothing -
- The same to left and right -
- In front I could see nothing,
- Except the frost of night!
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- The last half mile, seemed oh so long
- To trek back to my home.
- To make it fast my mind declared;
- That it would simply roam.
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- Back to that large arena,
- To see that gallant horse,
- Who'd taken all the trophies,
- A Morgan Horse of course!
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- As easy for him this time,
- As it had been before -
- Because he knew he was the best -
- On this, our distant shore.
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- The homestead lights they glistened,
- In shadows of the moon ,
- I knew that my sweet solitude -
- Would be with me quite soon.
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- But still there deep within my mind,
- I heard a clip clop clack!
- And just for half a second,
- I paused - again looked back!
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- I shook and then I shivered,
- The horse I'd thought so bright,
- Had followed me to my house,
- This quiet and darkened night!
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- So two miles back I trundled,
- With Morgan Horse so sprite,
- I knew, I'd have to travel -
- Six miles this moonlit night.
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- Back to the "Championship" stalls we went,
- No halter, rope or bit,
- We walked beside each other -
- This horse, was quite a "hit"!
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- He'd walked with me so closely,
- Our step was so in time,
- One couldn't hear that he was there,
- Coz "his" step was "in mine"!
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- We entered that large stable block,
- The horse gave me a wink,
- And right at that last moment -
- I had to stop and think!
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- I loved this horse, within myself,
- "His" person so much bigger
- Than all those in the stable block -
- Coz he descends from "Figure".
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