Loss of a Breed
They ride on breezy praires
and as striking as they are,
they love their freedom as in those wild west days.
They snort as they approach danger,
it can be a coyote, hunter or wildcat;
see them flee to the canyons and completely disappear.
The Native Indians rode them with pride
and trusted them for their agility,
bravery and endurance to adjust to hot and cold clide.
The white man stole them from many a tribe...
mingling them with other breeds,
and in doing so: the beautiful, wild horses couldn't survive.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
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