108 ~ Chasing Horses At Dusk

Cousin,
night was showing its first signs,
when over the hill came a white stallion
with you wondering behind.
You entered this world
and made us better
with your good-hearted,
playful nature.

From night to day, day to night,
ashes to embers, dust to white
From your first thoughts
under your hair of rust,
I know you saw yourself
chasing horses at dusk.

On rocking horses we rode,
Cowboys and Indians at Mamaw’s house,
you always insisted, me being older,
I would let you wear the white hat.

From night to day, day to night,
ashes to embers, dust to white
From your first thoughts
under your hair of rust,
I know you saw yourself
chasing horses at dusk.

Struck with affliction early,
overcoming troubles of youth
by using family, friends and horses
as a balm to help you soothe.
Sitting atop your steed
at your most proud,
you rode off into the sunset
and onto a cloud.

From day to night, night to day,
embers to ashes, dust to gray,
From your last thoughts
under your hair of rust,
I know you saw yourself
chasing horses at dusk.
And in my mind you’ll forever be
chasing horses at dusk.


-for Chad

by stan pelfrey

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