The Horsewatcher Poem by Glaedr the poet

See that man on top of the hill
See how quiet, see how still
See how he watches keen of eye
See how he blends into the sky
He waits, waits for the horses to come
Hears hoofbeats, then looks where from
There, in the distance, he spots the herd
He watches them gallop, without a word
With awe and amazment upon his face
He watches them pass with all their grace
Yet he does nothing but continue to sit
Gazing at the horses that wear neither bridle nor bit
He hears happy winnies, a horse's freedom song
And to him, nothing about that sounds wrong
He fights for their freedom, for he is a horsewatcher
He continues to watch, never to be a spiritbreaker