The smooth sleek contours. The sinewy lines.
Cantering, trotting, running full
force.
Is there a more glorious sight to
behold
Than god's perfect creature... The
horse.
His lineage is long, his heritage
proud...
His empire the envy of sultan and king.
His prowess immortal in fable and
song,
Who's figure we stride as we grab
for the ring.
He was there when the wagons pulled
out east to west.
He was there when Geronimo fought
for his land.
He was there when the settlers
broke the new earth
From the high plains and mountains
to the
Wherever there are monuments to
mankind's victory
We never seem to stray too far off
course.
The building blocks of history
recording man's ascent
Have ridden on the shoulders of the
horse.
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