On a beautiful sunny day Peering beyond piles of hay In the patch of strawberries There I saw her majestic full glory A beautiful auburn mare… Challenging, ‘if I would dare’ Walk up to her I did and I saw her blink Was it? Or was it a wink? Sweating under a sun burning hotly Looking at me she neighed softly Her mane flowing, a long bushy tail Inviting to help me find the Holy Grail? As I mounted, she let go a soft kick Off she went galloping at a full lick We sped along the mountains and valleys Cobbled roads and narrow alleys Till silence overcame, wind fell and all was quiet Like calmness restored after a violent riot Shh…shh, I stroked her into calmness Patting her neck gently and then a caress As I got off her, a look from her of sorrow Kissing her jowls, I said ‘shall meet again tomorrow’ As I look back, I see her still standing there A silent tear I did see, I can swear I decided to call her ‘Aubrey In the patch of strawberry’