Freedom
I look at his face,
I see love.
I look at his legs,
I see him running.
I look at his mane and tail,
I see it blowing in the wind.
I look at his back,
I see no human.
I look at his ears,
I see them hearing my every word.
I look at him rear,
I see his hooves raking the clouds.
I look at his muzzle,
I see him let out a battle cry.
I look into his eyes,
I see him fighting his battle to freedom.
I see him win,
because no one can take away his freedom,
for he is the heart of his world.
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2011
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