Equine Desire

Through open window I smell freedom

The fresh blown wind of an Autumn night

I taste on the air the berries ripening

I feel on the wind brothers flying from sight

In open meadow I taste freedom

Grass grown under Summer's light

Wet sprung turf my hooves surrounding

I feel sleep entering earthrooted sister's sight

In all my sleep I know freedom

Wild prairie, long moorland's sight

I taste on sleepfilled tongue the grass of my elders

And pray that someday my foals will see the sight

Against man's boundaries I scream "Freedom"

Wild gallops echo through my dreaming fright

I feel woman, suddenly no man near to taint

Sweet comfort, flanks warm, companionship, all at last is right