The Horse

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Horse Poems

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HE STANDS THERE, A MASS OF RED,

HIS HEART ALIVE WITH FIRE,

FEARING NEITHER MAN NOR BEAST,

A QUALITY INHERITED FROM HIS SIRE.

FOR CENTURIES HIS FOREBEARERS ROAMED THE PLAIN,

FREE FROM ALL RESTRAINT.

WHERE THE STRONG RULE, THE WEAK DIE

AND THE COWARD CANNOT REMAIN.

HE SURVEYS HIS KINGDOM, HIS HEAD HELD HIGH;

HE RULES BY HIS OWN DECREE.

HIS MARES, HIS FOALS, HIS RESTLESS COLTS,

THE MASTER OF ALL HE SEES.

BUT SOMETHING DISTURBS THE PEACEFUL SCENE:

A HINT OF DANGER IN THE AIR.

HIS SENSES SHARPEN, HIS MUSCLES TENSE

AND HIS NOSTRILS BEGIN TO FLARE.

HE STARTS TO RUN, THE VERY ESSENCE

OF FAITHFUL, WATCHFUL DUTY.

HE RACES TO PROTECT HIS BAND,

A PERFECT PICTURE OF BEAUTY.

WE LEAVE HIM THERE, RACING ALONG,

ALIVE WITH RESPONSIBILITY.

A BEAST OF THE PLAINS, FREE AND STRONG,

HAPPY IN HIS WILD TRANQUILITY.

by Emilyanne

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