I See The Horses…

With beautiful main, and shiny coat…
I see them through the forest gazing.
Their head down with brimful lips,
They are grateful to gaze and drink.
Blessed as they are they never sit,
Faithful and loyal as they are, not selfish a bit.
Always see them standing with pride,
Ready all times if you want a ride.
They know how to live and keep moving on,
Fight with every obstacle as they gallop along.
As powerful and mighty they are,
never they learned to lose so far,
Their hoofs are the feet everybody would want,
They have them on walls if such blessing horse would grant…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag