The long flowing manes,
Their hoof beats running across the plains,
with no where to go,
and no worries at all.
Stopping here,
eating there,
smelling for predators in the air,
running and running as free
as can be.
No rules noddy telling them what to do,
foals frolicking and playing.
with moms close by,
never wandering far,
know predators have keen eyes.
When it's bed time across the prairie,
and all the the foals lay down for a nap.
The muscular majestic stallion
is there waiting their back.
You may call horses stinky animals,
but they do what most cannot
They walk together and live as one.
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