The Gift of the Horse

Pounding hooves and beating heart,
The rarity of nature's art.
A leap of faith, into the sky.
Hate and struggle breezing by.
Arching neck, and freedom felt -
So generous the privilege dealt.
A surge of power, hard to fake.
A unity that will not break.
A dance between a friend and me,
A chance to feel all I can be.
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I wrote this ages ago, but it describes my love of horses so efficiently! I still love reading it, after all these years.