The Stallion
There he stood, strong willed and tall,
with none to challenge him, no none at all.
His mane it flowed upon the breeze,
as he ran the plains for all to see.
When the stallion champed his hoofs held high;
he challenged all who dare draw nigh.
No man could ever tame his might,
to try was just a hopeless plight.
Today his spirit still holds strong,
as he leads the herd in his ghostly form.
Galloping restlessly all through the night,
looking to challenge all who would fight.
The Stallion, his legend continues to grow
As he gallops into the forevermore.
3/17/2013
Terry Burns
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