H.O.R.S.E

Home Of Reserved Spirit Evolution

When I was a child,

I used to imagine I was a horse,

But a Centaur was cooler of course

Then there was no black and white or shades in between

Imagination is a never ending story to be seen.

Grandfather teachings came from the eye of the horse,

Living off the land was a precious gift to me,

On reserve and off reserve ranch’s gave me best of both worlds,

Wild horse roams free as stable life is a routine check,

But my question is do you think wild horse has a routine?

Mirror horse you teach me through sight, touch, and emotion,

You never judged me by the way I looked because it was trust and honesty you needed.

Then I never understood,

Childhood wagon rides to pony trail adventures.

Fun times with other children from the barn life jumping logs and being crazy with no fear intentions.

The responsibility of the stable life,

What roamed free was natural to be horse, did you know that the stud will kill the young to create its own,

but around here we prefer adopting, may the strongest survive?

People think the stud leads the herd, little did they know it was the mare.

The stud is the protector, so this makes me think about us humans and our natural ways,

Because everything has a nature for position in this world,

Born into forgiveness I say…..