-Reno is not a poem that I myself have penned, but in actuality it was written by my mother, and I felt that it was one of her better pieces, you can see after you read this, that whatever talent I posses as a writer came from her.-
This tale was told on a starry night
whilst watching the sky from a falling light
the legend is truth, no finer words can sound
and to this day no better mount found
t'was the great and gallant Reno, steed of Yore
who graces this abundant earth no more.
A riddle tis true, I am filled with wonder
for the mighty gray could ride as thunder
despite his old age and crippled body
he defied all odds, not disdainfully haughty
and though his days were many shrouded in mystery
he will never be forgotten in Camp Spindle history.
Reno clung to life with an undying fervor
until at last his heart held no murmur
his goal to show unaltered pride, so true
is a lesson to be learned for me and for you
for to do ones best at the given chore
will raise the spirits to heights of more.
Reposed as he is now in bravest soil
a burial to befit a prince so royal
he lies with the king of honor and truth
who dared to defy the base and uncouth
and now the two shall ride on together
scouting the hills of Virginia together.
By: Melinda TenTrees