Grazing the horizon, soaring like a wide-winged eagle

You float across the land.

Clearing acres at length

You run with head erect.

With back straight as a dart

You pierce the sky.

Neigh deep as the horn of trains

You call on your herd.

Running free in the mountains

You frolic with the mares.

Pacing round the flowers on a cool summer’s day

You find your place of lay.

And breathing deep the air of mist

You bring into the world your newest prize.