Flowers by the meadow
It seemed trampled by a sideshow

Horses everywhere
But who let them out there?

It looks like the stable’s gate broken
Maybe the horses broke it open?

But what a sight
And my feelings suddenly overexcite

To see horses walking with proud strut
And with a lofty proud gait

I was for a moment entranced
With this magical chance

Their manes glistening
On this Sunday delightful morning.