For My Beau..

I owned my first horse at 11. He was a beautiful palomino with a fiery soul for open space and clear land.
We spent many many hours together....riding through national forest and training for our next show.
I called him Beau, but his real name was Beaurevere Abarardi, it's been a long time since I wrote that name.

He read me like a book.
I read him like a book.

He trusted me and I trusted him, so much so that he would wait for my school bus every afternoon at 4 and I would jump on his back, no saddle no bridle and he would take me up the long path to his feed tin.

We won loads of ribbons in the show, I still have them and I swear they still smell like him.

I even have his coat and bridle in the shed, I just cant part with them.


I still dream about him,galloping through the long grass to me,because I have whistled him.

I can even still feel his mane and the contour of his neck if I close my eyes and try hard enough......

I promised him that I would never ride another horse if something ever happened to him.

When you left this world. I took one of your silver shoes off and threw it as far as I could down the dense forest adjacent to your paddock where you spent many hours.

I remember taking a final look at the shoe and deep gouge marks on the silver and I tried to remember how we got each of those marks.

What last road did we take?, where was that small stone from.. that was caught in in your shoe..?..


I have spent many years wishing I never threw that shoe back to the earth.

I wish I kept it, I have even thought years down the track of going back to find it.

I remember the first time you met Troy, boy did you hate him. That look in your eyes said it all.

I never let anyone ride you, But I did let Troy sit on your back.....once..You were so naughty my Beau-Beau...trying to buck him of like you never had a rider on your back before...

So you...really...jealous and feisty and never wanting to share anything...

I still keep the last photo ever taken of you by my bed in a silver frame that reads...

So no matter where you are my friend..
You are always on my mind..
And nothing can ever change all that..
especially a thing called time..


I miss you Beau-zo......


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