His hooves pounds the ground
Galloping like lightning.
Ears pinned back on his neck
Rearing, bucking, kicking,
He has spirit like fire.
He acts wild when he plays
But he behaves under the bit.
He feels my move on his saddle
He trusts me… just like I trust him,
But still he has a spirit like fire.
After our work is done
I let him go free again.
Just like before
But he seems lonely
Then, his friend comes to play
He gallops and his fun,
And his spirit like fire returns.
I will be sad to let him go
Even if it is years away.
But when he is gone,
In my heart he will always stay
The horse with a spirit like fire.
