Horses

This poem was written by one of the subscribers to my blog – Jackie Paulson.

There is beauty in his native world.
Where broad-winged eagles fly.
The fences that encircle him
Are mountains, streams and sky.
There is beauty In his regal stance
And In his gentle face.
And in the swiftness
Such power, pose and grace.
There is beauty in his noble heart.
For it will always be.
A part of all that untamed realm.
So open, wild, and free.

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