Horses running free,
Are so beautiful to see.
With the swishing of a tail,
And the sound or their wail.
See them run,
In the sun.
Their manes flapping,
Their feet tapping.
Strong as all of nature's forces,
All the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays,
Dapples and grays.
Racing for the blue,
But who?
Red's good too.
Horses are their name,
Running is their game.
Eagles can't compete,
Because of their powerful feet.
From the mountain peaks to the bayside,
Running with a powerful stride.
Their title is horses,
But unknown are their courses.
Don't try to tame them,
Or contain them,
Because they are wild and free spirited.
