Hear the hooves thumping,
Hear their hearts beating ,
As their mane whips their neck,
and their tail flys free,
and they give a loud shreik,
They run with freedom and joy to be on their land,
and not have to worry about being touched with a man's hand,
they know they are free and wild,
but the houses around them are being piled,
soon their homeland will be gone,
and it will just be a human's front lawn,
but until then they run without being told where to be,
they run with the breeze with great ease.
 
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