The Colt

The horses gracefully glided across green pastures

As they cantered to

Their hearts content

Faster than the wind

They galloped, faster

Than the eagle and

faster than time itself

It seemed, then they

Stopped to graze

On the green glade

As their colts

And fillies galloped by

Then down by the

lake they peacefully drank

Of the lakes spring

Soon came the

riders trying to

Catch them much

To slow for them

To catch those horses

you need to be

Faster than thunder

Or the thrashing

Sea, but wait!

Oh no, a colt was caught

By the riders

He thrashes and

Bucks and rears

And neighs but

This is something

He's never seen

A yearling such

As he has

Never seen a

Trailer for they

Simply do not

exist on their

island so small

At last! He

Is free! But

wait what is this

A cage? No! A

Small stall, smaller

Than anything he

has ever known, confined,

Captured, that is the

Colts new life, no

Fresh grass, no wind

Through his mane,

Cannot canter freely

Without being on

a lungerope. Cannot

Gallop without a rider

Or saddle, as he was

Used to.

He grew up to be a

Very nice stallion and

Is very happy in his

New home, yet sometimes

He longs to roam about

On that island

Of his childhood that

Feels like a dream.