As I was putting together materials and remembrances for Omar’s Hall of Fame Induction this past weekend, I ran across this poem I wrote back in the summer of 1994. At the time I wrote this, I had just started my senior year at Hudson High School. Even though it had been 4 years since Omar had passed, it is clear from the writing that Omar was still very much on my mind. When I read it the other day, it brought tears to my eyes. I’m sure I had tears when I wrote it as well.
I wanted to share with you this poem I wrote back then so you can share the memory I had. You can also get a glimpse at my very brief career as a writer of poetry.
My Fallen Friend
I will never forget that morning,
It was a great time of mourning.
I remember finding him all cut and bloody,
I could hardly recognize him as my old buddy.
The vet said that he would have to be put down,
He said not other way could be found.
I fell to my knees and began to cry,
I looked over and he let out a mournful sigh.
I was just a boy and I couldn’t understand,
I doubt If I would’ve understood even if I was a man.
Pretty soon he could no longer stand,
As he fell I rushed to his side and wiped his nose to remove the sand.
I wanted to tell him so much, but all I could choke out was good-bye,
He seemed to know it was his time to die.
And then I saw a tear run down his cheek,
I knew he had new places to go and new dreams to seek.
Later my grandma told me that horses don’t cry,
But I knew better and only I knew why.
We buried him in the back field,
Like so many of us he knew not what he would be dealed.
I made him a little wooden cross with his name on it,
And put it out back on top of his grave where it will always sit.
To this day I still visit him often,
It still breaks my heart to see his little earthen coffin.
And when I look at the pasture where my fallen friend once ran,
I realized that the best horse in the world once lived here and his name was Omar Man.
Written by Bill Marsau (Aug. 29, 1994)