Until the cattle comes home

1~ the sun goes down in the south

Silver stammers to the ground about throwing me off. The next miniature fence is coming for him to jump over.
When we reach it silver jumps into the mid air. For a split second I look off to my left and see oak trees and the orange/yellow field.
But when we stammer to the ground again the sensation is over.
Silvers daily training is now over so I jump off of the saddle and pet his forehead gently.."good boy, good boy."
I grab his bridle and lead him down to his stall in the shed and strap him into it.
"Until tomorrow my good horse." I smile weakly then go onto the front porch were momma is rocking in her rocking chair.
I have to admit, sometimes when she's in her rocking chair it's kind of spooky.
Just by the look in her eyes when she stares off into the distance. Usually when I'm done with silvers training I sit in the rocking chair beside her but tonight I think I'll pass.
I walk inside to see daddy passed out on the dining room table. I walk past him into my room.
My wall is painted green and I have a bunch of horse posters spread on it.
Then there's my bed spread with a brown horse coming up on top of a hill on it. As much as I love all my horses and other animals in our barn.
My horse silver is my favorite.
I've had silver since I was almost
7-years-old and we've been the best of friends. Silver cheers me up when I'm down and makes me feel good about myself when I never could. I will always protect him like he will me.
I sit up on my bed and hitch myself up to look out my window.
What I see is beyond extraordinary.
It's the sun going down in the south. The sunset starts to remind me of a poem she use to read my before bed every night when I was little.
(Thy breeze sets upon my hair as I trudge along. The sunset is the best part of the day; the best part of the day is finally here. As I twirl around in the slowly dying sunlight I notice a figure I passed once or twice so I stop to see.
It is my grandfather that had passed. He comes up and we hug at the same time. We sit down in the silence and I realize that I won't be with him no longer than just sunset. Hugging him until the sun goes completely down and the full moon roams the sky.
Though he is no longer here I still hug nothing. Though I know it will always be something.)
It makes me sad to think about it.
Even though my grandfather has passed I know how she feels.
I know how she feels.