My Horse:

My Horse

is the stuff

dreams are made of

his strength equals

ten or more of me

yet he comes prancing

proud and princely

when I say come

goes when I say go

and arches his great neck

in gentle service.

The more he submits

the more I love him

yet I love him most

when he runs wind-wild

fabulous and free

chasing horse dreams.

His glorious gallop

trembles the earth

races my heart

wrenches me apart--

he is proof on the hoof

of the one who made us all.