Comments about Bill O'Brien
Viejo Amanceer ("Ol' Sunup")
He was Sunup to all who him
And when given his fill of mash
He'd run with his soul like the wind
In the race called the 100-yard dash. Not many could find a first place
On the dusty road called a track
'Cause Sunup had that running grace
That put him in front of the pack. Life was but a game to him
For which he had a knack
He liked to have his belly scratched
And sometimes farther back. How does one say goodbye
To a friend of so many years?
To think that this friend could die
Would cost too many tears. "Viejo" I thought as I loosened his ...