Rivals and Brothers – May 14, 2014

Across the wide valley,
Down through the meadows,
The white horses were galloping
Their manes were a flying.
Their leader was jolly,
In his magnificent way.
And the fillies did follow,
In love with his paces.

From the high mountains
Men spied the proud horses
As they galloped in the valley
Their manes were a flying.
Their leader was handsome,
In his magnificent way.
The ladies did love him,
He walked tall and proud.

The men entered the valley
To capture the horses.
When the leaders caught sight,
Of one another – man and horse
Rivals yet brothers,
Knew that day
A feud had begun.

 

 

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