The colt galloped across open plain
Daring reality with freedom found
Leaving hoof prints in dry dirt as proof
Something alive had made its mark
Leaving evidence of a life’s existence
Telling a story of dream’s persistence
As it crossed the serpent’s trail
Dust hurled above the airborne tail
Flying, literally flying through the air
The wide-eyed colt was without care
Where open spaces touched
The infinite line of sweeping sky
Forever it seemed to the colt
Forever to run, fly, and bolt
Such a taste of life did it have
Flavored with joy and innocence
Favored by space without a fence
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