Freely Friesian

His soul a servant to the wind

mane bonded to currents sliding

through tall grasses

Tail and long fine hairs on legs spirit the breeze

tall standing outstanding

so brown his coat see purple and black

Hooves beyond fine teacups on the table,

rather like beer steins

on a sturdy farm bench

Yet fine and royal in his movements

yet grand and loving in his sweet eyes

this one speaks nurturing tidal waves

In his glances in his leans with full bodied head

and when wind calls

his spirit moves in breezy horse gusto

- from Weaving Green and Other Poems from a Tropical Farm (soon to be published)