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There is something about horses,
Wild, gregarious, sweet,
Congregating in lush green fields.
Some horses ivory, white, others —
Deep ochre brown,
Or dark chestnut brown, whinnying
Renaming near to each other,
Keeping their family —
Safely accepted in the heard.
Myriads of horses, heard whinnying,
Their favorite people,
Providing sweet treats, petting them.
Glossy, soft coats, mains soft,
Hair as powder-puffs,
Nose pushing into your hands.
They’re eating hay and grass,
Taking gulps, sips —
Of water, teaching their young.
Colts learn running, playing, listening,
Their humans admire,
Horses’ majesty seen in fields.
Where they are able to —
Be wild, untamed,
Running freely, breathing hard, pleased.
Rode by their favorite humans,
Galloping quickly, joyfully,
With pleasure providing their all.
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