Achieve See my horse? Kinda cool. My girl is in Art School. An there is a reason why, her Art can make you cry; I often say “Art from the heart”, fly’s true like a dart. And spending a moment or two, no more then a few. You can see the passion there, a horse crying, dun stare. And endure painted in Art, Our daughter our good heart; She stands in the storm, courage and love in her reborn. Hands of love have been tamed, inspiring; hope inflamed. Dedicated to the battle for right, she loves with all her might. Strong as a granite stone, stands there wit ya, not alone. An who get credit for this girl? Not you or I, nor the world. The credit is due to struggles, and the faith she cuddles. Ya her hand come bring a tear, only love and never fear. Unless you happen to lie, then best run or say goodbye. Aye she is a trooper true, Clayton one lucky man you.!!!! An I can only say again, proud of you girl, you sooth my pain.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 19:34:29 +0000