When I was twelve
My father gave me a horse
A Walker gelding named Tanbark
Gentle and smooth in a walk or foxtrot
How I loved to ride him
Over our little farm
One hundred thirty acres
Of steep blue grass and alfalfa
Not shod for show
Sixteen hands tall
I was four-ten then
A stump required to mount
What color was he?
Reddish brown
Google Tanbark the color
Sherwin-Williams will show you