Horses & Other Animals

We are riding mettled horses, high mettled horses, We are riding mettled horses through the wind and the rain, Through woodlands over meadows past the glinting yellow gorses, We are riding on forever, we are riding not alone.   The

A man looked into my eyes today From the back of a big brown mare, His grey-green eyes reflected the skies And the wind was in his hair. I’d passed the test when I opened the gate I was one

The dawn across a desert broke with flaming eye of rising sun, a line of dust a swirl of cloud with stretching neck and flying mane she touched the earth to us she came. Her head was fine her eyes