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God's
Garden Must Be Beautiful
God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped His arms around you,
And whispered, "Come to Me".
You didn't deserve what you went through,
So He gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only picks the best.
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain,
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
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Weep not for me though I
am gone
Into the gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long
upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my sweet soul's at rest
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is not pain, I suffer not,
The fear now is all gone.
Put now these things out of our thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
-author unknown-
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Nana & all our
Rescue horses that have passed onto the Rainbow Bridge.
"A Time For Us To Part"
A time for us to part, my beloved friend,
for I can see your time on earth is at a end.
It is time for you to gallop to heaven,
but know my love for you is never-ending.
I will see you again, my friend,
in a place in eternity where joy never ends.
Written & Contributed By
Katie Benson
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This poem is for all our IHR
members that have been apart of the loss of our beloved horses
"The Secret"
My time's come my dear,
As it comes for us all
Hug me close one last time
As I lay in my stall
I feel you shudder,
But there's no need to cry
I'll tell you the secret of why horses die
I got to a pasture that's
far away and above,
But know that we're forever
bound by our love
I'll make hoofprints to heaven
So you'll find your way,
Wear the path smooth to
keep you from wandering astray
I'll carry your guardian angel nearby,
With my wings wipe the tears from
your soul when you cry,
If you're ever alone,
Or your life's hard to lead,
Close your eyes and remember
Me, your eternal steed,
Who awaits, at the gates
to carry you home
So the last journey you make
Is not made alone
On my golden hooves we'll gallop,
And on silver wings fly,
Yes, this is the secret
Of why horses die.
by Annamaria Tadlock
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