The Horse

Observed in early cave art lines,
Admired for beauty, strength, and speed,
The horse lives best by his own creed.

The essence of the horse combines
A riddle and a mystery—
Born of this earth, bound to be free.

And should the human heart respond
To one whose spirit can't be sold,
A new relation may unfold.

Who could predict that such a bond
Would flourish in this mundane world?
A hidden flower is unfurled.

Between two equals may exist
A deep regard that will persist.
The horse is for his dearest friend
A source of courage till the end.

©2018 Michael Fraley

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