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He sat on the porch looking over to the coral where her pony
was. Sure was a pretty colt, copper colored with a good disposition.
He remembered when his Granddaughter was just a baby and
somehow wandered into the coral behind a stallion.

She toddled up behind and started pulling on his tail. The
old man froze with fear; he didn’t want to startle the horse and give
liberty to make a dangerous situation even worse than it already was.
The stallion lifted up his hind leg and gently pushed the baby aside.
This action made the horse worth more than any horse alive. 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

Whats 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.

Excerpt from “Where Angels tipped their Wings”

Ron Brinegar, 2004