Spirit of A horse
You are not sweet nor are you tame
You are fur and you are flame
You are storm and you are flood
You are life and you are blood
My wind-blown, thumping heart that moves
My thundercrushing, blazing hooves
My midnight-maned running god
My snorting, stomping chariot
My steaming, gleaming buckskin foal
My rearing, prancing eyes of coal
Carry me, muscles of stone
You master's work of flesh and bone
No second glance, we shoot ahead
A new sun is about to set.
