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Give Me Horses
I’ve ridden long ’cross windswept land,
Seen men lie with a shake of hand.
Smiles can fool, and words can bend—
But a horse stays honest ‘til the end.
People come with masks and games,
Talk in riddles, shift the blame.
But a mustang don’t play make-believe—
He gives what’s real, not what you need.
A horse don’t gossip, scheme, or plot,
He don’t forget what folks forgot.
He learns your heart, he knows your ways—
And still he stands through all your days.
I’ve trusted folks, and paid the price,
Heard sweet tongues deal loaded dice.
But reins in hand and saddle tight—
A horse rides true in day or night.
I’d take a horse ‘fore any crowd,
Where truth runs quiet, not loud.
They don’t judge tears, they don’t fake grace—
Just steady strength in an open space.
So when I die, don’t dress me grand,
No polished wood or preacher’s stand.
Just lay me down beneath the sky—
With horses grazin’ wanderin’ by.
Copyright ©
Maya Smith
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