Fillies and colts of all
colors and breeds
come through his barn door in times of
need.
All of their owners say,
"They sure need fixin"
it seems their "Sweetheart" is
bitin’ and kickin’.
Through his barn doors
came a blonde sorrel filly,
her master insisted she’s "just
gone silly".
This one was special, he
could see it in her eyes,
trained up just right she’d be a real
prize.
The horseman agreed that
he’d take her in,
he’d teach her to lope, to slide, to
spin.
And teach her he did, to
the best of his ability.
This girl had it all, both speed and
agility.
Her nerves were quieted
with trust and praise,
for in this barn a hand is never raised.
Through love and patience
a bond is formed,
he knows when she leaves his heart will
be torn.
The time has passed, so
quick it seems,
her owner shows up in his new starched
jeans.
Remarkable progress, they
all agree,
the pretty blonde filly is fit to a
"T".
But business is bad and
money is tight,
so home she’ll go till the time is
right.
Maybe he can show her
sometime next year,
the horseman turns away to hide a tear.
He’ll keep his eye on
her, for you never know,
the day may come when they’ll let her
go.
He’d sure love to own
the blonde sorrel filly
Who will never ever again be called
"silly".
