Grace upon the open plain,
A creature strong, yet never vain.
From dawn till dusk, through field and glade,
A life of purpose gently laid.

They work beneath the golden sun,
Pulling loads till tasks are done.
They race the wind, they plow the ground,
In every stride, their hearts resound.

Through misty morns and twilight’s hue,
They gallop fast where skies are blue.
Their manes like rivers, wild and free,
Flowing waves of majesty.

Their meals are simple, pure, and sweet—
Fresh-cut hay and oats to eat.
Green pastures wide, where grasses grow,
Feed their strength and make them glow.

Cool water clear from stream or pail,
They drink to thrive, to never fail.
Each sip renews their steady might,
Their eyes still soft, their spirit bright.

To keep them well, give care and rest,
A shelter warm, a gentle nest.
Brush their coats, their hooves attend,
And treat them kindly, friend to friend.

They love the open air and space,
The gentle hand, the calm embrace.
A quiet word, a steady tone,
Reminds them they are not alone.

For horses live where hearts are true,
In fields of gold, beneath the blue.
Their gift to life, both strong and free—
A bond of trust, eternally.

So let them run, let spirits soar,
Through endless meadows evermore.
For in their eyes, the world is wide,
A faithful heart, a noble guide.