Standing against the wind
Tail bannered high
Showing all he stands king
High on the hillside bright
Majestic head held high
Neck arched proud against the sky
His coat shines as midnight
Black as an unlit night
His herd of mares below him mill
Grazing safe as he watches guard
Foals playing the ancient games
Learning the ways of the wild
The way of the wild is to be free
Here today for these
But for for the hand of fate
In another time it might not be
So dance and play my young
As I watch over you keeping you safe and sound
Play the games to make you strong
To keep you free in this our home
Man mostly hated not yet has come
To take away their freedom to roam
Across these plains and prairies
Herd ranging ever wild and free
Guarding jealously their freedom
From man's touch whether unfeeling
Or gentle loving touch easing the freedoms loss
Not knowing how good it could be
Never knowing some bonds can be good
While others bringing fenced shame
The rope or bridle's pain
Not knowing someone elses gentle touch
But Wait!!!
How can they judge
They who have never been fenced in
The soul bond never felt
Leading to a life rich with love
A gentle hand in morning reaches
That soft muzzle touching
Moist warmth breath inhales
Scents of love and kindness
Bonds willingly forged
Between horse and rider true
Releases the longing heart
Forever to remain free
Poem is an original by Jan Tallevast and is protected but
copyright law. Copyrighted 1997. Please feel free to email me for permission
to use the poem. No commercial usage with be granted. Thank you.
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