Like the Running of Water
Like the running of water,
Their hoofbeats all play,
The rhythm of time,
From day to day.
Each rushing wind,
Writhes mane and tail,
As they run faster and farther,
Slight breeze of fierce gale.
Faithful mares run behind,
I watch as they run,
The stallion who leads them,
Grace pure as the sun.
Like the rolling of thunder,
The herd makes a beat,
Conquering their lands,
And tackling each feat.
When you look to the West,
There will always be,
Like the running of water,
Horses wild and free.
Diana
