The Stallion

A horse walked in the ring, Alone but bold, A man hollered to move him around, His tail held high and his neck bowed, He snorted and bucked in defiance. The epitome of a spirited beast, He looked every bit a stallion. No one bid, But save on gal, A tiny thing who most thought a fool, At least on that day. But as time went on, That horses spirit never caved. But the girl was patient, And kind, After a long time that horses will bent, He was defiant and spirited still, No mistaking the Stallion he was, But save for one small girl, to whom he gave his heart to. And day after day, He willingly rode with her, Over mountain and field, After cow and game. He loved her you see-and she loved him. And after a time, she went back to that auction ring, And with her was that Wild beast Wild still or so it seemed, As he snorted and bucked freely. But no worries-he wasn't for sale. He was to be a father this year, He'd earned the right, And when she stepped in that ring, No defiance was seen. As he bowed his head and silently gave to her, Their will seemed unified. She flowed upon his back, And he stopped spun and slid Like an invisible hand guided him, No movement of the crowd was seen. It was true beauty in motion, A Girl and her horse- One Suddenly they all wished they'd seen what she'd seen, Not a horse to be broken, But a spirit to be fixed. A partner she saw, Not something to be controlled. All crave this with their horses, Dogs and loved ones too, But rarely can it be found, Too busy trying to break them, We fail to join them.