HIS GIRL

Her name was ALICE,
She had eyes as brown as the ground around them.
Her hair was long and sometimes braided,
Never lightened and never faded.

She walks and runs like a summer breeze,
Always sturdy and at her ease.
But in the cold, winter season,
She shall keep close, close to him for just one season.

For on those days that they have no home,
She keeps him warm and not alone.
She depends completely on him, of course,
Only 'cause ALICE is his HORSE.