he gallops and gallops through the pasture
trying to avoid his capture
he runs and runs with all his might
his instinct tells him flight or fight
his blue halter slips off his beautiful head
this spirited thouroughbred i call Red
he throws his head up to the skies
the way he runs the way he flies
the wind blows through his chestnut hair
i can only stop to stare
hes telling me he wants to be free
and that his rider should be me
we gallop and run to no end
and through this we remain friends
Red gallops every hour of this day
we gallop free and get away...
Wow, you really love your horse..... Now look what you have done... Made a grown man cry :cry: :oops:
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