A Friendly Horse

He is strong and always ready.
If he is fed by the stream?

I give him a carrot or an apple,
If I have ’em.

When he sleeps the world sleeps.
The roar of thunder are his hooves.

Dare not ride him alone; he
Will buck you from his back.
Ride with me

Made for my height-size, this
Animal is my friend. I will call
Him from fields of the moon.

Find him grazing on manna and grass;
He has a name I have given him.
I will whisper it in your ear.

Dream with me and dare to be my
Lost soul that reaps love and healing.
Laugh with me while we ride.

If you have the courage to do
And the might: ride with me

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