J.R.V.A.

The wind brought with it smells today
Memories of my younger day

The horse I rode was swift and strong
Them days I thought I did no wrong

We galloped thru the fields of grass
The time went by and now it's past

Today my horse is dead and gone
But memories of her still live on

Cinnamon is what we called that mare
A beauty with long crimson hair

I rode around and life felt so free
I learned what it was to be me

Now I'm older with more sense
I think I'll buy a house and fence

I'll look to find another horse
And ride until I'm old, of course

Riding gets me high you see,
I want to find the other me

The one who smiles and laughs a lot
Like when I was a little tot

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart