Oh, she was ever so beautiful
As she stood out in the grass
A pristine white fence surrounds her
There’s no way I could simply pass
I know she hoped that I would visit
I knew that’s what she thought
I’d snapped some amazing pictures
Great remembrances of her I’ve got
For I saw this pretty lady before
As she stood within her stall
Beth is the name she is called
She’s lovely and that’s not all
She has a grace you can’t imagine
She’d be clumsy you might think
But she’s neat when she nibbles grain
And lady-like when she drinks
Her markings are absolutely perfect
A white blaze upon her face
If you get her relative’s book down
Impressive ancestry you would trace
She’s a charmer, oh she really is
Makes you want to kiss her nose
Gentle and extremely wonderful
She’s relaxed and quite composed
I hope you can visit like I did
This beautiful Clydesdale gal
I wish I could see her every day
I know we’d be such pals!
Marilyn Lott
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-clydesdale-pal/
