The Horse

A poem of my favorite animal, the horse.

        The Horse

He gallops, he flies
Under clear blue skies
He dances among the flowers

He skips, he leaps
He hardly sleeps
He is the epitome of power

Adrenaline in vein
He feels no pain
In the midst of the battle

With head held high,
See him fly!
He protects the one in the saddle

But he'd rather be
Wild and free,
To live with no one to bind him

How he longs to roam
So far from home
Where no eye will ever find him

But for the human,
He does all that he can;
He serves the one he adores

Yes, in dreams he will roam
But he'll stay here at home
He will follow the will of his Lord.