Sometimes I write of streams, of forests green
of flowers on hills that still are home to me
I grieve at changes that have come to be
buildings and crowds where once
the snow lay clean ...
Yet would that land have seemed
so fair back then ...
if I'd been there without a horse to ride
without a dog to serve and guide?
How beautiful is home without a Friend?
Yes, I've faced sadness as each Friend passed on
I could have wept less if I hadn't cared
to hear a purr, to scratch a dog's warm ears ...
They walk carefree and fast who walk alone ...
Yet, thinking of the Best Friends who have shared
my life, I know the joy outweighed the tears.