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