Warhorse Poem by Waltzing Mouse

I looked into his dark brown eyes
They are filled with the memories of days gone by
When he was on the battlefield
When he was a Warhorse

There is sadness
And loss in those big brown eyes
He has lost something dear to his heart
And can’t quite forget it

He is old, more docile than he used to be
But somewhere deep down, I know
There is a glimmer of what he used to be
Wild, brave and fierce

He looks at me with his kind brown eyes
He meets my gaze and nods
As if he knows what I’m thinking
I smile and sigh contently

He is my horse
My Warhorse