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The English have a proverb that says “children are a poor mans treasure”
no doubt that applies to Grandkids as well. He remembered when she
was just a baby and somehow wandered into the coral behind the stal-
lion. She toddled up behind and pulled on his tail. The old man froze with
fear but he didn’t want to startle the horse making a dangerous situation
even worse than it already was . The stallion lifted up his hind leg and
gently pushed the baby over. This action made the horse worth more
than any horse alive as far as he was concerned. Now his Granddaughter
was old enough to start asking questions about the world around her.

She always brought a smile to the old cowboy, her latest question gave
him a chance to answer the way he always does.

Color of Love

What's the color of love Grandpa?
As she climbs upon my knee.

What color should I paint?

For everyone to see.

Well, love is like a rainbow

That shines within your heart.

It has so many pretty colors
I don't know where to start.

But I think loves a special color

It should come as no surprise.

Just give your mom a tender hug
You’ll see it in her eyes.