Unbridled Youth

Pleased as punch This mother quite proud Flips up her tail Neighing out loud Her gait so lively Her head held high This bright young fella Once a gleam in her eye Unbridled spirit Feeling so grand The spitting image Of his dear old man Romping through fields Free of reins Thundering hoofs Flying mane A frisky young colt Like dad in his day Who was quite a stud They were heard to say Then back to the barn When day is done This spirited young colt Was born to run Resting for a while Batteries recharged Chomping at the bit A spirit so large Such unbridled youth Exuberance defined This pesky young colt It's his moment to shine ©Jack Ellison 2012