A horse so wild and free,
Galloping through fields with glee.
Majestic mane and tail aglow,
Hooves that pound the earth below.
With grace and strength beyond compare,
It runs with beauty everywhere.
Its spirit bold, its heart so true,
A horse is nature's work of art, it's true.
And when we climb upon its back,
It takes us on an endless track.
Through hills and dales and winding ways,
With every stride, our spirits raise.
So here's to horses, strong and bold,
With power that never grows old.
In fields of green and skies so blue,
A horse, a friend, forever true.