Saddle Wise: November 2009

Forever Free

Of all the things I've ever seen,

Of all the dreams I've ever dreamed,

The finest sight that's come to me,

White horses wild beside the sea

They ran across the trackless sand

In that remote, forgotten land,

And in their running they were free

Beside the boundless, unchained sea.

They raced the first light of the day

And surged across a shallow bay

To feed at ease in grassy plains

With wind alone to groom their manes.

No barn or stable was their home.

No one could govern where they roamed.

They galloped on the fenceless tracts

With no ones burden on their backs.

And each swift horse was nature's child

At home on land forever wild,

And each wild horse was meant to be

At home on land forever free.

Author-Unknown