Sixcess Lassie
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"Bonnie"
6/1/95 - 5/14/04
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Flying over a Field
a poem written by my middle daughter
As I fly in a field I hear the birds singing on hanging branches.
As I ride in the saddle I smell the flowers,
hearing them swish and sway like they were dancing in the field.
It is Spring and I hear the birds flap their wings.
They sound like soft flutes.
As I ride in the saddle I smell the flowers,
hearing them swish and sway like they were dancing in the field.
It is Spring and I hear the birds flap their wings.
They sound like soft flutes.
The sounds of Spring--
the birds singing, the flowers dancing,
and always the soft whisper of hooves on the grass and the dirt.
As I fly through the flock of flowers I feel peaceful,
for I have determined hooves under me and they will never fail me. ![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW74pX4ttDb2j3hID7QPWpMz_M3t3SkKOKGy-QqMNogTtf5D59Cd4lii0k9jJTsmz5x7QPDY2TROeM7muoUZpAYBfCzgjosfkLa5bfZ-A892arNg5PEUj49IyVQ_T_AsJxYff24mjL0JWZ/s320/000_1039.jpg)
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