POEM

In fields of green where wild winds roam,
There stands a creature, strong and bold,
A symbol of freedom, a spirit untamed,
The noble, majestic, and graceful horse.

With mane that dances in the breeze,
And eyes that hold a world of dreams,
It gallops through the meadows wide,
In the golden light of the eventide.

Hooves that thunder, a rhythmic beat,
In harmony with nature's sweet,
A partnership forged through ages past,
Between humans and horse, steadfast.

From chariots of old to the open plains,
They've borne our burdens, shared our pains,
In war and peace, they've stood by our side,
A bond so deep, it cannot hide.

Their strength and grace, a sight to behold,
As they run free or in stories retold,
In the heart of every rider's dream,
The horse reigns supreme, a noble team.

So raise a toast to this splendid steed,
For in their presence, we find the seed,
Of freedom, courage, and untamed force,
In the timeless spirit of the mighty horse.