The Chestnut Stallion
(To horse lovers)
He was born of noble blood
This great Chestnut Stallion
No man would ever mount him
Mum came by Spanish Galleon
In spring the mare did foal
A gangly, unsure colt
Possessed he great soul
Betwixt eyes a thunderbolt
Before long grew strong ‘n fast
Quite something this chestnut hoss
He lived with herd on prairie vast
Was clear one day he’d be boss
Challenge came one summer day
Chestnut called out “Old Roan”
A mighty fight they'd display
Old chief finally dethroned
Adrenalin ran thru Stallion’s blood
Eyes flashed red at nervous herd
His coat matted with gore ‘n mud
Banished Roan, ran off East-ward
Chestnut ringed herd into tight band
They set off for distant winter range
Away from winter kill, to canyon land
Instinctive migration, timeless change
Back to prairie homeland come spring
New foals’ pranced in tall green grass
Hawks circled above, Larks did sing
Frozen time, while seasons’ passed
Stood guard their “Chestnut Stallion”
Who’s mum came by Spanish Galleon
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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