 Little Tess
She had run the horses in
To the yards before the dawn
She had hoped to go with him
But he'd left long ago
With the girth drawn tight
And a loose, easy rein
She walked into the night
Her old hat drawn low
In the December wet season
A woman riding in the rain
Would need a hell of a reason
And she did...it was Tess
The girl and the bay
Stopped at fast creeks and gates
Determined to walk night and day
Just looking for their friend, Tess
By dinner camp the tears had come
She spurred the big bay on
And they rode on into the setting sun
Calling out all the time...to Tess
They came home in the starlight
Both sunburnt, both tired
She kissed her husband goodnight
And walked into the dark
Then she sank to her knees
And looked up to the sky
Whispered quietly "please"
Bring my friend back to me
She slept in the hayshed, waking all through the night
Dreamiing only of her best ever friend
A six week old pup, all soft black and white
Her best friend, a border collie called Tess
Six months down the track, the hurt comes and goes
Each day passes slowly alone
Then came to the farm, a new pup called Rose
She realised that life still goes on
And sometimes as Rose walks along at her heels
She thinks of the old days, I guess
And only a farmer could know how she feels
About losing her best mate, little Tess. | 
