Across the plain
Running wild and free
Thundered the horses joyfully
They stopped to graze
And looked behind
To see if it was the right choice of mind
They ran again
And spread their wings
These hoses were birds
Among other things
A mighty white stallion
Zoomed right to the front
His partner in tow
They started the hunt
Fora pasture of green
Or a lake of blue
When they came near
They certainly knew
They slowed to a halt
And bedded to rest
The mighty white stallion
And his sorrel knew best.
By Amber Hopwood
