Her hooves sound
Upon the ground
Her trot even and right
Her saddle tight
And the girl upon her back will never own her
For the girl upon her back, is her best friend, her partener
She will never be owned or held unless she chooses
And if she decides not, the girl will be the one who loses
She will always be free
And there will never be a thing about her that isn't pretty
Even when she's old and gray
The fire with in her will never go away
She will never fight
She will always flight
For respect and fear lay inside her
Forever
Man has so much power
He can take anything from her
But when he takes everything
He is the only one to lose anything
For when man loses horse
He loses friendship with force
Even then, if he tried, she would forgive him
Can man truly be so very dim?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem