If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have,
he will come to you when you call; come to you over the far, dim
pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,
they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming.

For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by
his footfall,
who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.

People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from
and which is well worth the knowing...

The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.