These shoes
have trotted the show ring wide
With victory passes and smiles of pride.
They’ve traveled the woodland terrain so
bold
Carrying safely the rider as the seasons
unfold.
With cold winds blowing as winter draws near
These shoes are pulled for another year.
Hanging with honour on this festive wreath
The arc of steel guards the longing belief
That goodness is found in the meekest of men
Not in power and wealth
But in the hand of a friend.
And when the Ferrier comes next spring
His hammer and anvil creating a ring
As the shoes return to protect the steed
Releasing the message and planting the seed
That true strength is not measured
In a metal called steel
But in the humble act of giving
For a caring heart that feels