Riki

Riki

We get along like a saddle and stirrup.

You are the tassel on the end of my whip.

I’m the wheat in your hay.

You’re the sun that shines bright every day.

You’re my apple that hangs from the tree.

When you’re gone I feel like a Pinto with no spots.

I’m your water bright and blue and always there for you.

By Claudia