I'Ll Miss You Poem by Krystal ...

A voice which only he could hear,
Whispered 'COME' close to his ear.
He saddled up and rode away,
To find somewhere a fairer day.

With meadows green from gentle rain,
Away from earthy strife and pain.
His favorite horse, his trusted pal,
Stands with saddle in the corral.

And though we're sad he's gone away,
We know we'll meet again someday.
On some high ridge where things are fair,
We know that he'll be waiting there.

At that last roundup god has planned,
We'll meet there in the promised land.
On tireless horse, with flawless stride,
We'll make that last eternal ride.