Black Stallion

The Black Stallion On a hill overlooking a wide broken canyon runs a beautiful wild horse, an impressive black stallion Mile after mile, in the distance, the stallion runs he's wild and free galloping with pure abandon Untamed and unbridled, he proudly flaunts his energy No one can break him, his spirit is always wild and free Nostrils a flare he bolts to the distant horizon without care No one approaches, whoever could, who ever would dare? His black coat glistens in the sun, in the pale morning light His tendons tighten and flex as he readies for his flight He rides like the wind vanishing quickly from my sight I wait for his appearance, he arrives shortly before twilight He sees me approaching at daybreak, will he allow me to his side? All I want to do is be his friend, climb on top and go for a ride He never allows approach, in a flash he's gone, far away he roams He's wild, proud, and free, it's true, but... spends his days alone. John Derek Hamilton June 19,2016