The Empty Hole

If you have never loved an old mare, there is possibly no way to understand the hole she leaves when she passes. Sure, I'm getting up each day and going about my routine but tears for Smokie continue to fall. I'm just so lost. That quiet mare was such a big part of this farm. Her subtle way of going left indelible hoof prints. I just want her back.

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