A long time ago;

All horses were wild;

Galloping in herds;

Or larger bands;

Across the wastelands.

Born to be free;

Fine ancient breeds;

Alpha, beta stallions and mares;

Magnificent animals, indeed;

Strong and sturdy steeds.

Shaping the land;

Grazing and trampling;

Wallowing and scenting;

Clipping the grass, not tearing;

Clearing ice and snow.

Leaving no trace;

With a wide open space to graze;

Replenishing the earth;

With equine grace;

And sensory perception.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf