Son and Sill

I bought two quarter horses, a gelding and a mare.
Well, Cowboy Jim, he warned me, "Those critters are a
pair,
A team. They're broke for riding and for driving, but
you see,
If you try to part them, there is no guarantee
That one without the other will make a happy horse.
What that would amount to would be a horse divorce."

But what Jim did not tell me was that their equine
love
Was pretty much one sided. I watched that gelding
shove
The mare aside, and bite her. He wanted all the food.
His kiddish, spoiled behavior appeared so crass and
rude
I knew there might be trouble, but I could not
foretell
The tale of one horse flying like a spirit out of
hell.

I put Sill on a lead rope. I never thought she'd bolt
She gave a jerk and raced away to find her yearling
colt.
And darn, I could not hold her. Her will was much too
strong.
The winter snows were melting. It wasn't very long
Before her hoof prints vanished and not a clue had I
To where a mother searches when she feels her
offspring cry.

Poor Son, he just went crazy. He whinnied, "Sill,
come back!"
We searched the trails and back roads and along the
railroad track.
We went up in an airplane. It certainly was weird.
Her prints led to the swamp's edge and then they
disappeared.
I thought the quicksand got her. Or maybe evil fog,
Or a monster that eats horses was living in that bog.

I said to Son, "I'm sorry". I thought his pal was
dead
Until I read the classifieds. There was one ad that
read,
"Found: horse. East of the village. If she's yours,
please call".
Sill found? Hallelujah! Doesn't that beat all?
We brought her home again and i am pleased, of
course.
We have equine reunion and not a horse divorce.