The Horse's Shore

The chestnut mane flying fair
Ever watching, waiting there
The supple legs, the beating heart
The noble creature that is never fraught

Was it our place to make them tame?
To turn them into lepers lame
To place them in a metal cage
To shackle beauty and hear not its rage?

The horse so fair and wondrous
Whose hooves beat the earth so thunderous
The noble face oh so gallant
Always gracious, never in want
So independent and so free
Galloping, cantering by the sea.