Horses

Born from a spring,
To spring forth to life,
To live as a partner,
A partner in strife.

Roaming high plains,
The heights yet unmeasured,
Yet, carefree and kind,
Your kindness undeserved.
You calm the hearts,
Of un-calm traitors,
Who trade and troop you,
Through un-troopable weather.

Give wisdom, give grace,
Grace gave you canter and lope,
To canter, untamed, the first
And final barman’s joke.

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