As time goes on and we are placed in the past.
Holding our head high becomes such a task.
The tree's maybe be falling, the waters will dry.
Please know you will continue to shine within this mans eye.
Such courage it requires to write such words that are true.
So I wrote this story...just for you!
I woke from my sleep late one night.
The barn door flew open and I saw your eyes full of fright.
Little timmy was ill, He was very sick.
I knew I would have to run fast, I knew I must be quick.
You saddled me up and off into the night we did ride.
You and little Timmy, and me by your side.
There was a long road in front of us as we rode into the night.
I knew I could not faulter, I must do everything right.
The doctors house was a far 12 miles away.
I kept my stride, I held the pace, I knew I must not sway.
Through the trees and the gullies and a creek we did cross.
It was a chilly night, everything was with heavy frost.
I knew the road a head and a steep hill I was to climb.
We had been there before, back then was a better time.
We both have watched little Timmy as he played, as he grew.
Tonite little Timmy was very ill and I knew I must be true.
As we neared the top of the hill, my legs bagan to hurt.
But these legs they did not faulter and my huffs threw up the dirt.
I remembered the time you faught with Sara and we ended up at the saloon.
I remember listening to you mumble as we rode home under the moon.
Tonite there is much worry, up the steep hill we did climb.
I have been with you many years, you have called upon me many a time.
I am older now and not as fast as I used to be.
I am running as fast as I can, as we dart within the trees.
I can see the doctors house, as it comes into sight.
These legs of mine are tired, but I will never give up the fight.
My legs they do hurt me badly as I reflect on things we both have seen.
Yes, I am much older now, I graze the pastures green.
I see the machine that completes the tasks that I once was called upon to do.
Today I stand along the fence line and wait for a glimpse of you.
I stand and look down the road and remember the days I was true.
I remember little Timmy, I remember the days of Me and You.
Written by
BrokenWing