THE HORSE

Has there ever been a more magnificent creature,
Such dignity and elegance,
And a sense of superiority,

Graceful in its every move,
Endlessly eating its way through the grass,
Eyes full of doe-like wonder,

And ears that sense everything about,
And the power behind its magnificence,
The horse’s legs,

Which help the horse to walk, trot, gallop and canter,
And most of all to race like the wind,
Like the wild magnificent animal,
It was meant to be.

Margaret Fearn