(March 28,1987 / )

Untamed Land

They say that the west is untamed
Maybe it’s true as they say
But where they may think there is no life
There will always be one thing for sure
A cloud of dust upon the plains
Dark figures race across the land
Running under the noonday sun
Red, black, golden, and brown bodies
Covered with sweat and dust
Like streaks of color on the dusty plain
Copper, dun, chestnut, and white
All the colors that you could imagine
Always moving on to another place;
Whether the times are dry or wet.
Oh, to see the sun shining on backs of
The running horses are a glorious sight
The life and color that follows them everywhere
Adds life to the endless prairie plains

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