Wild And Free
As the sun begins to rise and the fog begins to lift,
The wild pony comes a runnin', fast and swift.
His silver mane whips back and forth, his nostrils heave and sigh;
It's almost as if a piece of wind has fallen from the sky.
His hoof beats pound like thunder as he gallops across the shore,
His eyes flash like lightning in the midst of a thunderstorm.
His beautiful, magnificent body never touched by human hands,
Gallops majestically along the seashore, through the ever-shifting sands.
He suddenly stops and gazes at the roaring, crashing sea;
Then turns and vanishes into the silvery mist...the pony, wild and free.
The Sunset | Football
