by Natasha Vizcarra
Two friends found him in a beautiful place
His feet still in the burbling stream
His water bottle, half full
The following day he was carried out by friends
A white horse named "Tequila" leading the way
There is no better way for a trail runner
To cross the finish line than this
Farewell to you Micah, White Horse of the Copper Canyons
See you out there someday, out on the trail
Beyond my own finish line
Save some tequila for me
And one of those white MASLOCOS t-shirts
