A wild herd is running by,
With a stallion in the lead,
Thrusting their arched necks into the sky,
And cantering at amazing speed.
A herd of canyon horses,
A wild and beautiful pack,
Their pounding feet forces,
The crumbling rocks to crack.
After watching them for hours,
A great surprise I did gain,
For standing under a mare,
Was a colt with a curly mane!
