Precious Poem by Sheena Schultz

She's as graceful as a swan
Her eyers are a beautiful
And her mane was as soft as a feather
Her coat was just like silk
Her whinny was as peaceful as a bald eagle in the clear blue sky
She wondered about like she knew what to do
Her days were short
But her hours were long
There was to much pain and suffering
For her to just go on
So we just let her be the white angel that she was
Go back to her rightful place..........Heaven
Well, theres only one thing left to say:
PRECIOUS
And I think that word describes itself