With a thunder of hooves, the majestic breed start
Running through the Wild West’s heart.
All grouped together side by side.
Occasionally touching each other hides.
These are the horses of the west
And many say that they are the best
So they are chased by the vehicles of men,
Across plains and round river bends.
Although they fear these growling machines,
They still outwit men through the changing scenes.
A few are lost from the herd,
After being captured and lured.
But the rest remain free,
However none of them could foresee.
That in the years to come they be upheld,
And the men who chased withheld.
And instead of coming to capture,
They stop and followed with rapture
As the beast majestically ran,
Through the grass and sand.
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