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.
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