Lakota, you were our grandchildren's delight, They loved you so and hugged you tight. You were teaching them how to ride, As we looked on, so full of pride. A two year-old child rode on your back, Steadily, you stayed on track. Patient, kind, gentle friend, Our hearts will take so long to mend. The pasture where three horses grazed in the sun, Still looks the same, but minus one. Bani and Tonka miss you too, They know something's wrong; they look for you. Old friend, we knew someday you'd have to go, But we thought we had more time, we didn't know. Another horse like you there will not be, You were one in a million, as everyone could see. Your passing was a senseless waste, But we know you're now in a better place. You're galloping free, without a care, Near the Rainbow Bridge. Someday we'll meet you there. --"God needed a special horse for His littlest angels to ride, and He knew where to find one". -Jim and Sherry Saathoff, and all the little cowboys and cowgirls who loved to ride you.-