A Wide Open Range
In A Full Run, Not So Strange
The Sweat, Beads along its Neck
Bulging Eyes Focused, On Every Speck
Its Body, Its Thin Legs
A Natural Design
To Run Free
To See, All It Can See
Every Rock, Its Path
Miles An Hour, In Class
The Horse, Its Element
Its Natural Fulfillment
Traversing The Plains
Wind and Daunting Rain
Not A Step Missed
Just A Streak, Its Bliss
Joe Allen
12 28 2011
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