tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48248146554829272152024-03-13T08:27:22.016-07:00in loving memoryKathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866505081819842684noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824814655482927215.post-37180503880407953832007-10-29T05:09:00.000-07:002007-10-29T08:49:34.924-07:00...hoofbeats in heaven<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTV0nKYdMjQZHxwkGVkX9-tFQHZ_Zcn7JlhXY3EwJktJoaQpx05oaLN1HNpUvHvH42nboekM7ZVhYmdlMKZOjM8vXYy3PARre3Q7G_X1RieXMwp_A3rw0YxCN0yUA60X42Ip8PrTVjgDE/s1600-h/scan0053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126732524212776930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTV0nKYdMjQZHxwkGVkX9-tFQHZ_Zcn7JlhXY3EwJktJoaQpx05oaLN1HNpUvHvH42nboekM7ZVhYmdlMKZOjM8vXYy3PARre3Q7G_X1RieXMwp_A3rw0YxCN0yUA60X42Ip8PrTVjgDE/s400/scan0053.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126732528507744242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPkUZctr6fYPjb0c00odRWMTNBClw9JBvyvpZRlr0hORjc-ZzdqUB8TfyDqRyzBdE7io76GjGEAOHj47lNpBl6Mvk0fcDaL6WWfi6dYJxMKBpI4ZAvyl0UIMlB4wT5LWhLbIrPlRy80Y/s400/Cheyenne+Moon.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">In Memory of Japena and Cheyenne</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"><em><strong>Don't cry for the horses<br />That life has set free<br />A million white horses<br />forever to be<br /><br />Don't cry for the horses<br />Now in God's hands<br />As they dance and they prance<br />To a heavenly band,<br /><br />They were ours as a gift<br />But never to keep<br />As they close their eyes<br />Forever to sleep<br /><br />Their spirits unbound<br />On silver wings they fly<br />A million white horses<br />Against the blue sky<br /><br />Look up into heaven<br />You'll see them above<br />The horses we lost<br />The horses we loved<br /><br />Manes and tails flowing<br />They gallop through time<br />They were never yours<br />They were never mine<br /><br />Don't cry for the horses<br />They will be back someday<br />When our time has come<br />They will show us the way<br /><br />Do you hear that soft nicker<br />Close to your ear?<br />Don't cry for the horses<br />Love the ones that are here.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>By Brenda Riley-Seymore<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126737029633470498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Gfh3WphA-4vUVUg2VwjVFuXHopYllV8kFA7X6iEpecheVFOETrUVeLqVu4n8cwYim-LV7CSWMKaSeT6OFOfE499A2rUv21VrmKTfCTCOP6eIaxMxjILSIzL5x2RICDzfQQ7VUo4BbVo/s400/Herd+1.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126732541392646146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6LH7thDmgKptwHlNlncXdrXPS19SoW6D4Gsby9kRiU6S-4gEDnyHelv0prtNB_ZZ80Ble5gh3mO6VXsZZ0zTpqejibzAqEysixoWqBgbA-rNh_PeA91jQcq_Qddy0NseXj62jpzqf2QM/s400/japena2.jpg" border="0" /></strong></em></span></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126732545687613458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuC7ypmtmXSJORjupCBrXx6hUZ6TcqKyfqAhj6rt3sV_CnhGY8Ad7DEWkGc4DrR1Kib_obS-ycwLwCE7D8hQ10onhZiVCBbuL1ZMNnNPczXFwsPAhPEq9DsgPKgsJ20nAGJqg58Dkgcxk/s400/the+babysitter.jpg" border="0" />Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866505081819842684noreply@blogger.com0