The Pony

The Pony

The waters edge, so inviting and clean
it sparkles and speaks to me
it's so refreshing, the mountain stream
oh how l love to dream

The streams have run dry, since then
when man made winter
oh how l loved to roam the moor
but sadly it's no more

We came in droves to drink,
near where the grasses grow
i am the last, of my dieing breed
look what you did to me

My image may last, for a while
but my memory lives on
so when you drink and dream
while in the stream
remember me for a while