As I stand on the hill watching the sun slowly cross the sky,
I feel the wind blow through my long black hair!

Cooling the sweat from my long run through the woods and fields, my muscles are sore and my lungs are killing me!

I think to myself , just being who I am and accepting the fact that I am good is the key to free me from all that holds me down !

Now, if only we horses could make the humans understand that, then there will be hope!

“Wandering Eagle”

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