In No Cense Poem by William E. Marks

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