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The Blue-eyed Bay Mare

The Blue-eyed Bay Mare

My gift from God was the blue-eyed mare; no other horse since her could compare

Texas bred by Aledo Bar, she was a mare that could go far

Bought in Colorado as an aged family horse, learned her gaits on the exercise course

Certified bred to a registered stallion, a 4H champion with a silver medallion

Took a job in Iowa in the fall, towed the mare in a trailer to answer the call

Once in your lifetime you could be so blest as to own a bay mare that gives you her best

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My gift from God was the blue-eyed mare; no other horse since her could compare

She gave birth on a gray winter day to a lively colt that loved to play

He raced and played and won every heart and was full of mischief from the start

We called him “Alex” after the Greek king; a horse in search of a golden ring

He strolled with his mother along the timberline, raced through the meadow and around the great pine

Once in your lifetime you could be so blest as to own a bay mare that gives you her best


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My gift from God was the blue-eyed mare; no other horse since her could compare

Moved on to Texas in the spring of the year and built her a barn
so she could be near

The mare rode kids without halter or rope, she knew when to walk and she knew when to lope

On a cloudy morning she gave us a start, running in the pasture she fell with a burst heart

We loaded her body in a trailer in the rear of the lot, buried her on our orchard in a quiet shady spot

Once in your lifetime you could be so blest as to own a bay mare that gives you her best


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My gift from the God was the blue-eyed mare; no other horse since her could compare

During her lifetime she had the best care; sadness we knew when we buried that mare

She was my ideal this blue-eyed bay mare, she still lives in my mind and she’s always there

In my mind’s-eye I can picture this mare, as she roams over green pastures and fields so fair

She drinks water from a crystal clear stream; she lives in my heart and comes when I dream

Once in your lifetime you could be so blest as to own a bay mare that gives you her best

The Professor
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