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VACANT STALL, by            
First Line: I went into the barn - the west was red
Last Line: And feel your velvet nose against my cheek?
Subject(s): Animals; Death - Animals; Horses


I went into the barn -- the west was red;
The last beams shone into your vacant stall.
No more your gallant, high-flung silver head
Is lifted eagerly to hear my call,
For honest, kindly Silver King is dead.

They say you had no soul, my Silver King.
They cannot prove it. In some future scene,
When I, too, from this earth have taken wing,
I'll look for you amid those 'pastures green'.
Oh, will I find again the friend I seek,
And feel your velvet nose against my cheek?





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