Sun is up, awake from rest

Stallion conducts herd through West

Muscular legs, solid chest

Across fields, beginning quest

Wild breeze, styling manes

Hooves sketching path, dusty plains

Primal blood surges through veins

Spirits not meant to be tamed

Never will be broken band

Refuse to be fed from hand

Roaming free throughout this land

On these hills is where they’ll stand

Galloping past Morning’s rise

Breathing heavy, squinting eyes

Heads hung back, calling to skies

With freedom, family cries

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