Wild Horses of Corolla
High in the dunes, feeding on Beach Grass,
Looking over their land in the Carova sand,
Majestic, they stand.
On the beach they frolic and roll,
Mares and stallions enjoying a stroll,
Tagging along are the trailing foals.
Stallions challenge others the same,
As another band of Wild Horses try to stake a claim,
Fierceness prevails on both sides,
One must win before the fight subsides.
Trucks and jeeps racing through divides,
One band leaves, heads for the dunes,
Frolicking and rolling in the sand resumes,
Wild Horses of Corolla dance to their own tune.
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