Her hair was long
And the color of gold.
She was a beautiful girl
At nine years old.

He was a big sorrel gelding
About twice her size.
Their love for each other
Showed in their eyes.

I used to watch her
Out in the corral.
The love she shared
With her big red pal.

The years have passed now,
She's a woman full grown.
She still visits him often
In a spot all his own.

Flowers grow wild
Around a cross that reads,
"Here lies Rowdy,
King of steeds."